You and your friends had decided to go to Italy for one of those ‘once in a lifetime’ trips that you get advised to take when you’re still young.

Whilst there, you celebrated your birthday a nightclub, known for its strong drinks. Whilst there, you met an Italian man, Mateo De Luca, a name that sounded familiar, but you couldn’t figure out where you heard it before.

You took him back to your Airbnb and easily had the best night with him. After having sex, you had put on some music whilst talking about random shit as Mateo massaged your feet and ankles.

When the topic of romance came up, Mateo suggested that you two should get married like it was as simple as asking about the weather. You couldn’t believe your ears.

You asked if he was serious, to which he nodded. You scoffed, sitting up on the bed, pointing to your ring finger, saying that you expected three carats.

Mateo looked up with a subtle grin, leaning forward so your faces were only inches away. He tilted his head, “What about four?” He questioned, making you realise he was a lot richer than you originally thought. Now it made sense how he could pay for so many drinks.