She sat on the steps of the Four Seasons, where it had all began a year ago.
"Miss, you can't sit here," apologized a security guard.
"I'm sorry," she replied, already standing. "I'm just waiting for someone."
Louis had sent her a text during work, telling her to meet him here for their anniversary. Just last week, she and Sarah had moved in with him in Hertfordshire. Sarah would be going to a lovely private school and she'd already begged to go uniform shopping.
Lena smiled. She'd gotten better at not hovering over Sarah, but she still worried about her sometimes, like if she'd fit in well at the school or if she would have culture shock moving to the UK. All seemed fine so far though, and that was the important thing to focus on, she thought.
Louis' limousine drove up. She recognized the license plate, smiling as Louis rolled down the window.
"Good afternoon, gorgeous. Care for a walk along the waterfront, for old time's sake?"
"Of course," said Lena giggling.
They sat on the bench and drank champagne as the moon waxed over the water.
"We should be getting back," murmered Lena. "It's getting late, and Sarah will be worried."
"See, that's the thing," said Louis. "We're not going home tonight. I've booked us a suite in the Four Seasons."
"What?" asked Lena, surprised. "But it's so expensive!"
"Lena, relax," laughed Louis, "You don't need to be frugal. It's ok. See, tonight is a special night."
He reached into his pocket and pulled out a box, opening it to reveal a small, modest diamond ring.
"Lena, love of my life, would you marry me?"
Lena couldn't speak, so she nodded yes.
"Thank god," he exhaled, smiling shakily. "Been trying to build up the courage to ask all night! That's why I brought the champagne," he joked. "Nothing like a little liquid courage."
Lena wiped at her eyes, smiling as he slid the band around her finger. It didn't fit.
"Dammit," said Louis, shaking his head. "I thought I'd done a good job."
"You really did," said Lena, kissing him, laughing through her tears. "Don't worry."
"Don't tell me you know how to resize engagement rings too?" asked Louis, laughing.
"No, but we can take it into the jewelers in the morning."
She pecked him on the cheek.
"That's not kiss, this is," growled Louis, claiming her lips with his.
Who knew if they'd live happily ever after? She didn't. But she sure hoped they would.