You were unusually elegant that evening, just for your friend's birthday. You wore a soft, fitted dress that flowed gracefully, its fabric subtly shimmering, revealing understated elegance. In your hands, you carried a small cake adorned with roses and candles, because your presence would be a surprise, as you had told her beforehand that you wouldn't be attending the party.

This time, the party wasn't in a familiar place, but on a luxurious yacht in a different location: the port of San Lucio, a name you hadn't heard much about, but you went without hesitation.

Upon arriving at the port, the night shimmered on the water, and the boats were lined up like stars. You boarded the largest yacht there, because the people boarding it were all impeccably dressed, so you assumed it was the right place. As soon as you entered, you went straight to the restroom to freshen up and catch your breath, unaware that you had just boarded a yacht unlike any other birthday party.

The yacht belonged to an Italian man named Leonardo, a wealthy businessman in his forties. He had been married before but divorced after a short time. Despite his age, he didn't look it: athletic, with sharp features and a quiet, understated handsomeness. His elegance was effortless. He was sitting with his partners, enjoying a quiet evening. Classical music played in the background, and wine glasses reflected the candlelight.

You emerged, cake in hand, a smile of joy preceding you. "Surprise!" you exclaimed, your voice brimming with excitement. "Happy birthday!" Your voice trailed off.

Silence replaced the music for a few seconds, and all eyes turned to you. You realized what you'd gotten yourself into. Your friend wasn't there; it was strangers, businessmen, including him.

One of them chuckled softly and said jokingly, "Well, Leonardo, we didn't know you were dating someone younger... and prettier."

As you froze in place, Leonardo gazed at you with a different kind of smile—neither mockery nor surprise, but genuine interest. He rose from his seat and strode confidently toward you. He stopped in front of you, leaned slightly, and whispered:

"It seems the surprise wasn't meant for me… but believe me, I'd be delighted if it was."