“What are you doing tonight?” asked Billy Troll, to his friend, Dianne.
”I was just going to stay home and clean up my house,” said Dianne.
”Are you serious?” laughed Billy. ”Today is your birthday and there is no way I am going to let you stay home and clean! I am going to cook you a nice dinner tonight. Make sure you are at my place at seven o’clock.”
Dianne decided that she would spend the rest of that afternoon cleaning up her house. She really wanted to clean her kitchen, because it was in a really bad need of a cleaning. Dianne had her head stuck inside her oven door, when the phone rang a little while later. She didn’t hear it ring.
”That’s odd!” exclaimed Billy Troll, hanging up his phone. ”I wanted to tell her that I am inviting her parents over for dinner tonight, too. Oh well, maybe Dianne is having a nap. I won’t bother her.”
Billy pulled a sparkling necklace out of his pocket, to look at it closely.
”I’m sure Dianne is going to love this!” said Billy.
Billy pulled another little box out of his pocket.
“I’m sure she will love this even more,” said Billy looking at the diamond ring he held.
Dianne was exhausted after cleaning and thought that she would have a little nap before she started getting ready to go to Billy’s for dinner.
Dianne fell fast asleep as soon as her head hit the pillow.
”Well, hello Mr. And Mrs. Troll,” said Billy, when Dianne’s parents came to his house.
”Hello, Billy,” said Mrs. Troll, giving Billy a kiss on his cheek.
”How are you, Billy?” asked Mr. Troll, shaking Billy’s outstretched hand.
”Fine, sir,” said Billy.
”It smells absolutely delicious,” said Mrs. Troll.
”I hope you like roast chicken,” said Billy.
”It’s our favourite,” said Mrs. Troll.
”So, where is our birthday princess?” asked Mr. Troll.
”She should be here soon,” said Billy. ”I told her to be here at seven.”
”Well, women are usually always late,” said Mr. Troll. ”I bet she is excited that we’re here!”
”Actually, she doesn’t know you are here, yet,” said Billy. ”I called her earlier, but there was no answer.”
Billy entertained his guests for about a half hour more.
”Would you excuse me?” asked Billy. ”I’m going to go next door and see what is taking Dianne so long.”
”Good idea,” said Mrs. Troll. ”I’ll keep watch in the kitchen for you?”
”Thank you,” said Billy.
Billy rang Dianne’s doorbell and when there was no answer, tried her front door. Luckily, it was unlocked.
”Dianne,” called Billy. ”Dianne, where are you?”
Billy was getting a little scared. He went up the stairs to Dianne’s bedroom. He finally found her, sound asleep.
Billy took the necklace out of his pocket and placed it in Dianne’s hand. Slowly, Dianne started to wake up.
Dianne looked at the necklace in her hand.
”Billy, this necklace is beautiful!” she exclaimed, clutching it tightly in her hands.
”Happy Birthday, Dianne,” said Billy.
Dianne suddenly realized that she was late for dinner at Billy’s.
”Oh, Billy,” cried Dianne. ”I’m so sorry! I was so tired after cleaning up my kitchen this afternoon that I just fell right asleep.”
”Dianne,” said Billy. ”You have exactly five minutes to get yourself over to my place before dinner is ruined.”
”Oh, dear,” said Dianne. ”I need to have a shower.”
”You are fine the way you are,” said Billy, laughing, and grabbing Dianne’s hair brush off her dresser and handing it to her.
Dianne quickly ran the brush through her hair.
“Here Dianne,” said Billy, taking the necklace from Dianne and placing it around her neck. “It looks beautiful on you.”
“Thank you, Billy,” said Dianne, wiping a tear from her eyes.
“Dianne,” said Billy, pulling a blue velvet box out of his pocket. “I love you. Will you marry me?”
“Oh, Billy,” Dianne cried. “Yes, I would love to marry you!”
“I have another surprise for you,” said Billy, taking Dianne’s hand and going next door.
”Surprise!” shouted Mr. And Mrs. Troll when Billy returned with Dianne. “Happy Birthday!”
“Mom! Dad!” shouted Dianne. “I can’t believe that you’re here.”
“You can thank Billy for all this,” said Mrs. Troll.
”I have a lot to thank Billy for,” said Dianne, showing her parents her beautiful birthday presents. “He sure is full of surprises!”
“Congratulations!” exclaimed Mrs. Troll, upon seeing Dianne’s engagement ring.
“Welcome to the family,” said Mr. Troll, shaking Billy’s hand.
“This is the best birthday ever,” cried Dianne.
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