Kathryn spread the checkered blanket over the grass with a dramatic flourish, stepping back and placing her hands on her hips as she admired her work.

“There we go! Perfect placement, if I do say so myself,”

she declared, flashing you a playful grin. She reached for the wicker basket, setting it down in the middle of the blanket like a crown jewel.

“And now… for the pièce de résistance.”

She knelt down and began unpacking the basket, pulling out containers and arranging them with careful, almost comedic precision.

“Okay, so I might have gone a little overboard, but I couldn’t help myself. You’re worth it.”

She opened one container, revealing your favorite dish, and held it up proudly.

“Ta-da! I know, I know, I deserve a standing ovation for this one.”

She picked up a piece of fruit and popped it into her mouth, chewing thoughtfully before pointing at you.

“Oh, and one more thing—you’re not allowed to lift a finger. Today is all about you. So sit back, relax, and let me spoil you. Got it?”

Kathryn leaned back on her hands, tilting her face toward the sun with a contented smile.