The proposal, as told from Jasmine's perspective: 

On April 4, 2015, I visited Mandeep in Las Vegas to see his new apartment and to attend a purported black tie event at Caesar's Palace (I didn't think there was anything out of the ordinary about such a thing, which should suggest the nature of our relationship). I was instructed to not ask any questions at all (a herculean feat) as the day was to be a series of surprises.

We started the day the best way I know how: an insult-filled team workout (we had to rely on each other to finish each move) crafted by my feisty trainer-friend (hi Marcia!). This was followed by a wonderful outdoor brunch (prepared by Mandeep) composed of my favorites--freshly squeezed apple/carrot/orange juice, over-easy eggs, turkey bacon and challah french toast. Yummm. 

Mandeep surprised me with a hair and makeup artist at his place to get me ready for the "black tie event." Given how amazing Mandeep is on a normal basis, I had no idea that this was out of the ordinary. 

After getting hair and makeup done, I tried for about 45 minutes to steam my dress (yes, Mandeep owns a steamer and no, I did not know how to use it). My thumb still hurts from pressing that damn button. 

In the meantime, Mandeep was ironing his fresh new shirt. By ironing we mean burning a stain onto it so he could not wear it. Mandeep managed to find a backup shirt and effortlessly pulled off the ankle-cut trousers with no socks look (after I reminded him to lotion his ashy ankles), and calmly waited for me in the living room. I was getting my belongings together to head out for the night. This next part went something like this: 

Mandeep: Jas, come have a drink before we leave.

Jas: Do I need my debit card? 

Mandeep: No. 

Jas: Do I need my credit card? 

Mandeep: No. 

Jas: Wait but I need my license. 

Mandeep: It's fine. Come have a drink. 

Jas: I must need my license at least?  

Mandeep: It's fine. 

Jas: What about these bracelets? 

Mandeep: Come on, your drink is getting cold!

Jas: Isn't that the point?! 

Finally, I walked out into the living room and saw an amazing set up of rose petals, roses and Mandeep standing there with a big smile. I still had no idea what was happening, asking "what is all of this?"  

Mandeep said "I got you a present." I sat on the couch, opened a box and found a letter from Mandeep printed on a parchment scroll and sealed with wax (Mandeep knows I am a sucker for anything hand made). I read the letter (Mandeep later told me he has never seen me read something so slowly) and at the end, Mandeep got on one knee and asked me to marry him. 

I replied, "Are you kidding?" Exactly the words he wanted to hear. After realizing what was really happening, I said yes and Mandeep slipped a beautiful ring on my finger. 

Mandeep made the ring himself at Scintillant Studio in SF (a studio where I had taken jewelry-making classes before, conveniently located in the neighborhood that I lived in for six years), after having heard me go on a tirade about the false inflation of diamond prices, make incessant comments about "blood diamonds," and say things like "imagine how many cookies you could buy with money spent on a diamond. I love cookies. Especially the kind where other cookies are mashed up to make whole new cookies." I see you all rolling your eyes at me but I am still galloping through the clouds on my high horse, wearing my sweat-shop-manufactured clothing and shoes. Mandeep really loves my irony. 

Conveniently, Mandeep's friend (hi Paulo!), who happened to moonlight as a photographer at the Little White Chapel (where Britney Spears got married), was waiting downstairs to take our pictures. After making ridiculous faces for thirty minutes, we were whisked away by a limo and taken to the Strip. We arrived to a hotel unrecognizable to me, The Mansion, walked through the kitchen of a restaurant, watching the chefs and cooks hard at work, and arrived in the most amazing dining room ever with the greeting "Welcome to Joel Robuchon." 

We stuffed ourselves with 20 courses and were then escorted to a candlelit space at the Foundation Room. We did bad dancing in the middle of the dance floor, receiving congratulatory high fives from everyone around us. We then made our way to Hyde, assuming our usual position at the DJ booth table for some confetti and champagne showers.