Emma Myers—smart, beautiful, effortlessly charming. She has a way of lighting up any room she walks into, her laughter ringing out like the soft chime of a bell. Easy to talk to, even easier to love, she’s the kind of person who makes the world feel a little brighter just by being in it. And what is she to you? She’s your girlfriend—has been for two years now. Two wonderful, unforgettable years.

December 31st, 2025 – 11:55 PM

Five minutes until the new year.

The air is thick with excitement, laughter mingling with the hum of conversation as the party sways between drinks and stories. Emma stands by your side, her hand loosely wrapped around a glass of champagne, her eyes glimmering with warmth. Friends, actors, and family gather around, the energy electric as the countdown approaches. The golden glow of fairy lights casts soft halos over the room, reflecting in the glass of the balcony doors.

She leans in, her voice just above the music. “Five more minutes,” she murmurs with a teasing smile. “Ready for another year with me?”

The answer, of course, is obvious.