"For the last time," Vicky grumbled as she took hold of Andrew by the tie and drew him closer to her, holding his waist in her hands as he looked down onto the floor and continued his mumblings and grumblings as she reached up to kiss his cheek. "You do not look like some monkey in a suit. You look like the handsome Geography student who you are."

"You have to say that," he reminded her as Christian and Ana moved out from the kitchen and into the foyer, ready to go to the fundraiser which Grace was laying on as Andrew wrapped his arm around Vicky's waist and held her close to him, sighing as he did so and Christian noted the boy's movement, wondering about when he would ask him for his daughter's hand in marriage.

He shook his head to himself, scolding himself for even contemplating it. Victoria and Andrew were far too young to be thinking about that. But, he couldn't help but see that day come. Much like his and Ana's would be soon. He had it all planned out. The boathouse was the perfect place to make his romantic proposal to her. He'd take her there whilst everyone remained in the marquee, dancing around and whirling quickly.

Victoria had pleaded with her father to let her tell Andrew of his plan, but, he had put his foot down and said no to her. He needed to do it first before anyone could know. He had asked Ana's father for permission and he had given him it after slight persuasion. Everyone seemed to think that he was rushing into the marriage, but, he was in love.

"No, I don't," Vicky responded. "I told you straight out that the jumper you tried on the other day was hideous, didn't I?"

"She's brash yet honest," Christian informed Andrew who shrugged to himself, wanting to loosen the tie around his neck as Vicky pulled up the thin straps to her lace, cream dress and Ana flattened out the black material to her floor length gown. How she loved the wardrobe which Christian had given her. She never tired of looking in it.

"It's needed for an honest relationship," Ana simply replied and Christian nodded in agreement, patting his pocket and making sure the small box was still there. Vicky gave him a knowing look before taking Andrew by the arm and leading him into the elevator and down to the car which Taylor had prepared for them. The ride was spent in a comfortable silence, neither of the couples contributing much to conversation as they drove through the streets of Seattle to Grace and Carrick's home.

"I still can't believe how wealthy your grandparent's are," Andrew whispered down to Victoria as she walked up the steps to the mansion, handing her coat to the man on the doorway as Andrew kept his jacket on and followed his girlfriend through the hallway and out back to the marquee. "How many events do they host?"

"Nearly all of them," she informed him. "They're lawn is perfect for the events and everyone loves having it here. They could rent the grounds out...I mean...it is the perfect place to marry, isn't it?"

"I haven't really thought about that," Andrew informed her as she took hold of his hands, moving his fingers through hers as she did so.

"Well...I mean...it would be nice...I'm just saying..." she replied, thinking about where her father and Ana would get married. But, Andrew being Andrew, managed to get the wrong end of the stick.

"Vicky...you don't want me...well...to ask you that...anytime soon...do you?" he panicked and she looked up to him, her eyes wide in horror as she shook her head at him and he turned red.

"What made you say that?" she asked, standing to the side of the marquee as he pushed his hair from his face.

"You were saying how it would be nice to marry here...and well...I worried...that maybe you wanted..."

"No," she assured him. "I love you, Andrew...but we're both eighteen! I mean, marriage is a long way away for us...no...I was thinking about..." she trailed off, not wanting to say too much as she saw her dad and Ana move out the marquee, their arms wrapped around each other as she continued to watch them.

"What were you thinking about?" Andrew asked her, following her gaze as he did so and his mouth fell open. He wasn't thick. Yes, he was dense sometimes, but that was all. "Your dad and Ana?"

"Sh!" Vicky hissed at him, hitting his arm with her clutch. "Don't say anything."

"He's going to-"

"-Andrew!" Vicky complained, grabbing his hand and pulling him from the large, white tent. "I said be quiet."

"Sorry," he muttered. "But is he going to ask her?"

"Tonight," Vicky whispered. "You can't say anything to anyone."

"I won't," he spoke, his eyes going wide with slight shock. He just didn't think Christian was the type of man to settle down.

...

"The boathouse really is lovely," Ana commented as she walked with Christian up the steps and she blinked quickly, looking around and seeing it was slightly different. Fairy lights illuminated the room, making it seem sort of magical as a CD played in the background, classical music being its choice. A bottle of wine sat in a chilling bucket, two glasses by its side as Ana looked back to Christian with wonder.

"What's going on?" she asked him and he took hold of her hand, gently kissing her on the cheek as he did so and her heart began to flutter. "Christian?"

"I've been thinking about the best time to do this," he informed her, a smile playing on his lips as he did so. "I wanted everything to be perfect for you."

Ana watched as he sunk down onto one knee, moving his long, elegant fingers into his pocket and producing a small velvet box as a smile broke onto her face.

"Anastasia Steele," he whispered her name lovingly. "You must know that you have my heart by now. There is no one in the world who I would want to give it to and trust to keep it safe. It is truly yours and I hope that I have yours in return. Without you, I don't think I could see a point to going on. You're my everything. You've made me realise the man who I can be...and...I owe so much to you that you will never truly understand how much. I know it may seemed quick. I know this may seem too much...but...I can assure you that I will feel the same regardless of when I asked you this question, my sweet Anastasia."

Christian took a deep breath, opening the lid to the box as he looked back into her eyes.

"Anastasia Steele, would you do me the honour of becoming my wife?"

"Yes."