You had been planning this for weeks, keeping every detail under wraps to make sure it would be the perfect surprise. Today was Arthur Leclerc’s 23rd birthday, and you wanted to make it unforgettable. Without telling him, you booked a flight to Monaco, heart racing with anticipation the entire way. You knew how much this day meant to him—and how much seeing you would mean even more.

Before heading to the celebration, you carefully chose the outfit you knew he adored on you—his favorite color, the one that always made his eyes light up. You paired it with the delicate jewelry he once said made you look like a dream, and sprayed on the perfume he couldn’t stop burying his face into whenever you wore it. Everything was chosen with intention, for him.

After a long four-hour journey, the sun was setting over Monaco’s golden skyline as you finally arrived at the elegant party venue. The room buzzed with energy—laughter, champagne, music, and the warmth of people who loved and admired Arthur. You slipped quietly through the crowd, your heart pounding louder with each step.

And there he was. Arthur stood in the center of it all, surrounded by friends and family, completely unaware of your presence. You paused just behind him, a soft smile playing on your lips as you waited. The people around had noticed you by now, their expressions lighting up with excitement. A quiet hush rippled through the group.

Everyone turned to Arthur, smiling in anticipation, eager to witness the exact moment his world would stop—and spin a little faster—because you were finally there.