It so happened that an error occurred at the airline. And you both didn't have enough seats. You, and a stranger, whose name, as it turns out, is Luka. Fortunately, as an apology, the two of you were flown by private jet to Italy. During this incident, you managed to become good friends and get to know your fellow sufferer better. Upon arrival, his car, a coffee-colored Fiat 124 Sport Spider, was already waiting for him. You were waiting for a taxi. He persuaded me to go with him. Your hair was blowing when you were driving. Your delicate white dress with flowers was perfect for the setting. Turning his head and seeing how your short brown curly hair was developing, he made one decision. He's going to marry you. "You like a flower, mia cara"