I couldn't believe it. I didn't think that it would happen to me. Me! Of all people!

I, Bonnie Elizabeth Ford, was engaged.

I looked down at the obnoxious four-carat diamond ring -which felt like a thousand pound weight dragging my arm down- and frowned. Wasn't I supposed to be the excited? Ecstatic? The happiest woman in the world?

I didn't feel like it.

I felt like I had made one of the scariest, and possibly stupidest, decisions of my life. I didn't regret the decision to marry Jacob Eaton. Actually, I was thrilled that he would be my husband. I loved him.

However...

I knew that the wedding itself would be a fiasco. My mother was a Ford; and with that came all the elite socialites of New York City. Their pomp and circumstance would turn any idea I had of a quiet wedding into the social event of the season.

"Bonnie! We're live in two minutes," a voice called out.

I wasn't even paying attention. I didn't hear the stage manager getting the crowed hyped up. I didn't even feel my stylist raking her fingers through my hair or the tug at my already short hemline. All I could think about was the inevitable phone call that I would be making in a few short hours explaining to my mother why I didn't call her the second I said 'Okay' and how she was completely offended that Jacob didn't properly ask my father for my hand like my sister's fiances- now husbands.

I sighed. Jason was nothing like those men.

"Bonnie!" the stage manager called again, obviously trying to regain my focus. "5, 4, 3,..." trailing off, silently mouthing the final numbers. The fans began screaming as the camera panned around the room before settling on me.

"It is Friday, May 2, and we're about to count down the top ten videos of the day that YOU voted on!" I said, plastering a bright smile on my painted lips. "Not only do we have one world premiere video today, we also have the band 'Mystified' joining us! So sit back and relax as we roll into the top of the countdown with number ten..." I trailed off.

And so it went for the next hour and a half. My feverent thoughts about matrimonial doom were put on hold while I recapped the same videos from the previous afternoon, and began to interview the band.

"So Bonnie," Tyler House, the lead singer from 'Mystified', began, "I heard that you were officially off the market now..." He grinned, wiggling his eyebrows.

Fans and the rest of his bandmates began laughing and 'aw'ing errupted from the female members of the audience.

My eyes grew wide and I am pretty sure my face reacted the same as a deer in head lights.

I should have known that Jacob would tell his best friend, and tour mate, Tyler.

I smiled and could feel my cheeks heating up. I didn't like having my personal business on display. At least I wouldn't have to make the call to my mother; I would have about ten missed calls by the time the camera shut off.

"Yes," I replied simply. "Too bad for you!"

Tyler laughed and clapped my shoulder. He opened his mouth to speak again before I cut him off sharply. "Enough about me! I'm sure there are tons of fans out there wanting to know when we can expect the next track off your latest album to hit the airwaves."

And for the next two minutes, we discussed the bands plans to release another single and announcing tour dates and television appearances.

The rest of the show followed its normal pattern, quickly going through the rest of the videos before signing off and giving the audience a taste of who was going to be appearing in the following week. The crowd roared until the stage manager finally cut them off and the camera ceased to roll.

I sighed, picking the ear piece from my ear, my lifeline to the green room, and pulling the small microphone from the neckline of my dress. I handed them to the stage manager as he congratulated me on another great episode. "Thanks Bill," I said quietly, brushing past him.

I walked through the exits of the stage and down the hallway to where the green room was. I knew that Tyler would still be waiting, ready for me to smack him.

"Hey Bonnie," he smiled as I threw open the door to the room, looking a bit like a wild woman. "Whoa, take it easy!" He threw his hands up in defense, as if he could stop me.

My eyes narrowed. "You know how I feel about having my personal agenda being laid out," I began. "And on live television! Tyler!" By this point my pathetic attempt at being mad had mellowed into a whine. I sighed and shook my head, "It just happened last night."

Tyler laughed and walked over to me, draping his arm over my shoulders. "I know, but, it is Jacob. We are on tour together. And he is my best friend. The whole set crew knows, he was practically screaming it at the top of his lungs when he got back to the hotel this morning."

I rolled my eyes. "Of course he was," I mumbled.

Tyler frowned and squeezed my shoulder, "Try to have a little opitimism here, aren't you supposed to be squealing with joy?"

"I thought so, but I haven't even told my parents. Now, a few million people know..." I trailed off. "I am happy though," I added, lifting my hand to stare at the sparkling object engulfing my third finger. "He sure spared no expense."

Tyler smiled and nodded, "He had it planned for a few months now. It was annoying. He kept worrying, it was driving all of us crazy. We thought about leaving him in Philadelphia."

I smiled. Jacob did seem really nervous last night now that I thought about it. I thought that it was nerves about his performance on the Late Night show with Jay Leno tonight. Ha, hindsight is twenty twenty I guess.

It really was romantic. We went to our favorite restaurant in New York City, Per Se, just like an ordinary night. We walked hand and hand down to Time Square, which is when I should have figured something was wrong. We never really walked anywhere. Even then, we barely went to Time Square. I was there almost every day for work.

It was then, amidst the screaming, hysterical fans, and the bright flashing bulbs that he dropped to one knee, paralyzing mine. I stared, open mouthed, at him while he smiled like a small child on Christmas morning and spoke those four words. "Will you marry me?" he had asked, his voice dripping with emotion.

I could only nod, "Okay," I said softly, barely audible over the screams of girls and 'Aw's of passerbys. He smiled, so bright that I didn't think he could be happier.

And then, almost on cue, the big screen that lit up time square flashed a congratulatory message. I felt my cheeks burning with embarrassment and smiled as he slid the ring onto my finger. I couldn't help but be embarrassed. But, I was also happy.

That is until the fireworks began. I was so shocked that I jumped and he just laughed and pulled me into his arms, planting a kiss on my lips.

I shook my head back to the present. "Yep, right out of a movie," I said, running my fingers through my hair.

Tyler grinned, "I figured as much. Well, I really have to be getting back to the studio with the guys. We have a lot of work to be doing before we release the next album." He ruffled my hair and hugged me tight before walking off. "See you later!"

"Bye Tyler!" I shouted after him, smoothing out the ruffled hairs.

I sighed and looked at the ring once more. A smile crept onto my face and then widened. "I'm engaged." I said, as if trying to convince myself that it was true. It was.

Jacob was everything I had wanted. He was the guitarist for the rock band, 'During Madness,' and was easily becoming one of the most sought after rockstars. Well, was at least.

We met while I was interviewing him for a Spring Break special last year. We didn't exactly hit it off. I had been thrown in a skimpy bikini and was pretty peeved about it, but he seemed to enjoy it -obviously. The interview went smoothly, and afterwards he was asking me out. Of course, I refused.

I didn't date musicians. When I began working in television, I promised myself that I wouldn't date a celebrity. I chuckled at how well that turned out for me.

He was persistent. I give him that one. He had managed to find my number, my agents' number, my stylists' number, and practically assaulted my hotel room and my apartment with roses. I gave in. What girl couldn't resist dozens of roses every week? I couldn't.

It turned out to be one of the best decisions I had made. Of course, I was nervous the first few times we went out, but after that, I succumbed to his charm. Not to mention, he was ridiculously good-looking, probably too handsome for his own good. Besides his deep brown eyes, dark hair, and perfectly chiseled body, was an Irish accent. I shivered just thinking of it.

Before I knew it, I had already had my belongings and was walking out into the throngs of people in Time Square. The studio was situated on the corner with a perfect view of traffic, neon lights, and of course, the -stereotypical- hoards of people. I slipped into the taxi waiting on me and headed towards my apartment.

20 minutes, 11 stop lights, and two near accidents later, I shoved the money through the plexi-glass window and slipped out of the taxi and walked into the apartment building. Luckily, my mother and father had too much money to spend on themselves and had spoiled my sisters and I with our own places to live. I chose an apartment over-looking Central Park. We hadn't always lived in New York City, so I figured why not give myself the best view.

I smiled to the doorman and took the skipped to the elevator. Arriving at the top floor, I stepped out of the elevator and unlocked the door to the Penthouse. Yea, my mother HAD to have the best. She was like a force of nature. Thinking about her reminded me about my impending conversation with her about my engagement.

Dropping my keys on the small table at the entrance to the foyer, I picked up my cell phone. I never had a need for it on the set, so I would just leave it. Just as I had suspected...

Five missed calls. Three new voicemails. Eight text messages. The text's I could only assume to be from my sisters, friends, and of course Jacob. Taking a deep breath, I dialed the familiar number and waited.

"Bonnie Elizabeth!" the voice shrieked. "How could you!?"

I rolled my eyes and made my way through the foyer to the living room and plopped down on my oversized leather couch. "I meant to tell you mother, but I forgot," I lied.

"You forgot? Bonnie, you need to tell me everything, right now!"

"Yes mother," I sighed. And then, I began reliving the events of last night.