Cecilia
Cael had been pacing the yard for the last hour or so, looking like a crazy person with the way he kept fidgeting with the box that was in his pocket; not to mention the way he had been talking to his dog as though she was going to be able to give him some piece of mind. He sure as hell hadn't been able to talk to anyone else about the decision he had made about a week or two ago, when he had first started looking at rings. It wasn't even that he didn't have people to talk to - he had his friends, and Charlie and Delilah, but they had way too much shit going on to deal with him having a panic attack about what he was planning on doing that night.

He was nervous. He was extremely nervous, which is why he kept going over the worst case scenarios with the confused looking pup who kept watching him move from one side of the yard to the other, her head tilted to display her confusion.

"What if she says no? What the hell am I gonna do?"

He groaned, his hand coming up to scratch at the back of his neck, swallowing thickly as he waited for Cecilia to get home. She had gone out shopping, which had given him enough time to set things up before she returned. He had made her dinner, which was being kept warm on the table outside - he had placed a simple charm on it to prevent the heat from escaping, and to make sure that the bugs stayed away. It was a beautiful night, with a ton of stars overhead.

"She's gonna know something is up. What if she starts freaking out before I even get the chance to say what I wanna say?"

He groaned, and eventually plopped down to sit on the edge of the deck next to the dog, who placed her head in his lap, allowing him to rub behind her ears.

"You think I'm doing the right thing, don't you girl?" He stopped petting her for a moment, and watched as she lifted her head and licked his face. It was a good enough answer for him, and he smirked before he gave her another scratch behind the ears. He heard the front door open, and he swallowed thickly. God, he was so bloody nervous. He had to keep cool though, or else she'd know something was up for sure. He rose to his feet, making his way inside in order to greet her, his eyes focusing in on the shopping bags she had brought back with her.

"Had a successful run, I see." He knew she was used to carrying home a dozen more bags than the few she had come back home with back before she had started living with him - back before her family had cut her off. Still, he wanted her to have whatever she wanted - or whatever he could afford to give her. He lived above middle class, but he wasn't as well off as her family and family friends had been - not by a long shot.