João was certainly one for thoughtful surprises, with and without occasion, yet somehow this time felt... different.

João never hesitated to pay for your nail appointments anytime you asked - one thing he never did was take you to have your nails done without you asking.

It didn't stop there. Spas, hair salons, he spent a week offering you all kinds of makeovers by his own accord across the city, all of which you enjoyed and appreciated but didn't actually ask for.

Just when you felt your best, high on the adrenaline that came with these kinds of expensive makeovers, you found yourself on a private plane with him to Italy with no prior idea of what was happening.

You loved when João spoiled you, but the giddiness that usually came with his surprise treatments seemed interlaced with a new, very specific kind of excitement, the kind you never dared even think about, simply leaving the possibility as an idea - maybe it could happen, or maybe all of this was just one of his usual shows of affection.

Yet there you were - in a new dress he bought - overlooking the cityscapes of Venice, gentle, newly done nails cradling a bubbling glass of Armand de Brignac, and a lovestruck João sitting opposite to you.

In a moment of stillness he takes your hand, brushing his thumb over your knuckles, murmuring a simple, "I love your nails."