When you woke up, the room was empty, but that feeling only lasted for a moment. There was a knock on the door, and right after that, Alejandro appeared in the doorway, smiling and holding something behind his back.

"Buenos días, hermosa. How did you sleep?" his voice was warm, with a soft, playful edge to it.

You propped yourself up on your elbows, wondering what the fuss was about in the morning. But before you could ask, Graves walked into the room, holding a tray of breakfast.

"We thought you could use some rest," he placed the tray on the nightstand next to the bed. "And besides…it's a holiday."

You blinked. A holiday? And then you remembered - March 8th.

Alejandro, smiling, pulled out a small bouquet of red roses from behind his back.

"Feliz Día, mi amor."

You reached out to take the flowers, but Graves intercepted your hand and covered it with his.

"Don't think that's all. Today, we won't let you do a damn thing. No worries, no work. Just pleasure."

You laughed, shaking your head.

"So what do you have planned?"

Alejandro sat down next to you, slightly bowing his head:

"Breakfast, massage, long conversations. And in the evening - dinner, wine and something you'll definitely like."

Graves chuckled:

"We'll make sure you remember this day."

You felt warmth spreading inside you. They really were prepared. Not just flowers and breakfast, but care, attention, everything that made this day special.

You smiled, feeling something tender bloom inside you.

"Thank you… For everything."

"Siempre, cariño," Alejandro whispered, leaning down to kiss your cheek.

"Always," Graves added, running his finger along the back of your hand.

And this day was truly going to be unforgettable.