A ring.

The next day morning, 

Aiden was sitting and waiting for Arwen to join him for breakfast when he saw her emerging from the closet with a velvet box in her hand. 

"What's that?" he asked. 

Arwen had thought that he was waiting downstairs, but hearing his voice so close surprised her. "Oh, you are here. I thought you would be waiting at the dining table." 

Aiden did reply immediately; his eyes were fixed on the velvet box in her hand which Arwen soon noticed. 

Glancing down at the ring inside, she turned it towards him and said, "This is the Foster family's heirloom. Ryan, my ex-fiancé's mother, gave to me. But now, I don't think I hold a position to wear it, so …" Before she could finish, Aiden interrupted. 

"Did you like that ring?"