She shouldn't be this giddy, for all the reasons he's thinking about, and yet, she is. It's different, being asked. Yes, yes, she's sure whatever is in that new, little box is something he didn't pick but was given, but still. He's on one knee, asking, and offering her-

"Oh, my God," Kate breathes out after her trembling fingers open the box. The ring is beautiful. Utterly beautiful. It's one of the most expensive things she's seen not on a racetrack, and Benedict's offering it to her.

Carefully, she picks the ring up and slides it on her ring-finger. It fits, perfectly, and she can't tell if it looks out of place or not, it doens't matter. It's a gift. It's a promise.