Shucks, what a nice thread!
Okay, the Summer Palace, Saint Petersburg, summer's day, the whole grounds literally crawling with lovers. I pulled out the Tiffany's bag containing the ring, so carefully smuggled past Russian customs (and what a thrill *that* was I can now say), and set it on the table. And then took this priceless shot...
Her father was already dead, so we went to ask her sister after that. She told us to wait for a while before getting married, and made me promise to finish sending her to law school; and then we all went to dinner.