Rose was surprised that they were eating in, but she didn't protest. Andrew was being so perfectly chivalrous and the formality added to the experience. She ordered tea with her fish and chips. Here she was, visiting a real restaurant (alright, it was a chippy, but she liked to think of it as a restaurant) with her handsome and gallant future husband. She beamed at him, certain that she could not be happier.

But she was wrong. She gasped at the mere sight of the velvet box. In her community, wedding rings were simple and did not come in fancy boxes. Weddings were expensive enough and times were hard. She took it very slowly and carefully, afraid that her touch would somehow soil or damage the pretty little box. When she opened it, she gasped again, and her eyes darted up at Andrew. She shook her head when he spoke, her lips pressed tightly together, and then she looked down at the rings again. "No... Andrew," she said in a quiet voice, quite overcome, "this must have cost you a fortune. I never expected..." She was blushing and couldn't stop staring at the ring with the little diamond.