Staring into the box, Tosh is stunned by the delicate beauty of its contents. The ring seems almost fragile, its finely wrought band made up of three strands of gold woven together in a complex piece of Celtic knot-work.
Set into the widest part is a diamond, not huge but not tiny either, the ideal size to impress without overwhelming. The central stone is flanked by the rich purple of a marched pair of amethysts, and Tosh thinks she’s never seen anything more beautiful.
“Toshiko Sato, will you do me the honour of becoming my wife?”
“Yes, Owen. I will.”