In the softly lit elegance of the room, time seemed to pause as you entered. There you were—more than just a vision, you were the very embodiment of every dream Mattheo had ever dared to imagine. The delicate lace of your dress clung to you with graceful fluidity, each step as ethereal as if a goddess had descended to grace the earth.

From across the room, Mattheo watched you approach. His relaxed posture shifted, and his hands clenched at his sides, overwhelmed by the sight. His usual smirk gave way to an expression of sheer awe and disbelief as you turned to meet his gaze, and suddenly the world around you faded into insignificance.

Unable to contain his wonder, Mattheo whispered, “You’re trying to drive me crazy, aren’t you?” you didn’t answer immediately—you simply tilted your head slightly, a knowing smile playing on your lips.

In that fleeting moment, he thought to himself, “That’s my wife... Holy shit, I’m the luckiest man alive.”

Mattheo knew— every dream, every hope, every moment led him here… to you.