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Lizzie didn't make it to the finals, but they were both there to watch the big match: a showdown between the Williams sisters.
Seated side by side, Peter's arm at her back, her hand on his thigh, their hands rarely left each other as they enjoyed the spectacle.
It was in the third set that Lizzie began to notice that Peter was spending more time looking at her than looking at the match.
"Game's that way," she chided gently, gripping his jaw to turn him in the right direction.
"Mm," he acknowledged vaguely.
She smirked and turned her own attention back to the game, only to discover not long after that he was looking at her again.
"What?" she said, grinning.
"I need to ask you something," he said seriously.
"Now?" she replied incredulously, half an eye on where the sisters were playing the tie-breaker.
Peter paused a moment. "Yes now." Sliding from his chair, Lizzie's eye grew wide as he knelt on one knee.
"Peter..." she breathed, her hand covering her mouth.
All those around them remained oblivious, the game tense, as he drew forth a little box. Opening it, his hand shaking slightly, he held it up.
"Lizzie." He swallowed and tried again. "Elizabeth Bradbury, will you marry me?" He didn't leave it there and continued to speak. "This past month has made me realise that frankly, I can't live without you, and I want you in my life-"
"Yes."
"-permanently. I love y... What did you say?"
"Yes." She was crying happily now as she laughed. "Yes, I'll marry you."
He did the only thing he could think of; jumping up to tug her into his arms and kiss her soundly.
The crowd was cheering madly around them when they parted and he slid the ring on to her finger. "You've just made me the happiest man in the world."
She intertwined his fingers with hers as she grinned. "I know."
Their lips met again, intent only on each other. Parting when the need to breathe became paramount, they were both grinning like idiots.
"Who won?"
"I haven't the foggiest."
Next chapter: An interview.