BG Stories: The Proposal
When my girlfriend and I first started dating, we were spending a lot of time in New York. We would look at the Bergdorf Goodman windows and talk late into the night about them. “I want to live in that room.” “I want to dress this way.”
So when I decided to propose, I wondered if I could have a window done just for us. I got in touch with someone at Bergdorf and said, “You don’t know me, but I have this idea.” She said, “That’s not possible.” But I was persistent. So she called me back: “I talked to the brass here and they’re willing. However, a window will be too small, too hot. But… there’s a little room inside the store. We call it the rotunda.”
I had to sneak over to talk about the details and how we would set it up. We only had two weeks to pull it all together. On the big night, I was in jeans because I didn’t want my girlfriend to suspect. Meanwhile, I had the ring in one pocket, her nightgown in my other pocket, and my Prilosec. We took a carriage ride through Central Park. It was after hours, but the doorman at Bergdorf was waiting outside and he welcomed us by name. Inside, they had removed all the handbags out of the rotunda and in each of the alcoves was a nest for birds or a little something special to look at, beautiful painted peacocks and things from some of the windows we had seen. They had strung flower petals from the chandelier and there were candles everywhere and orchids.
And what was so perfect and precious was that, like some sort of midsummer night’s fantasy, it would evaporate. You knew it was there for an hour, and then it would go away. No one else would ever see it again.
After I proposed, we walked to our suite at the Pierre. When we looked back, we realized they had painted our initials inside a big heart onto one of the windows on Fifth Avenue. So we did get our window in the end.
— The Groom