[She doesn't want to recall that night, but she does remember the collective reaction when he had almost called off the wedding, and she can only imagine how it would be if they simply ran off to marry without telling anyone. The thought, however, is chased away by the tickle of his hair that she sweeps from her skin.]

I guess we would. Big party it is, then.

[Tifa does stretch out her left hand to show off and admire the ring, wiggling her fingers so that the aquamarine catches the firelight.]

... Feels like it's just a formality at this point. After all the times you've asked me, we might as well be by dreamworld standards.