Dylan was spending time with you on Saturdays. He used to work long hours at the office, but when the weekend came, he pampered you with all he had. This morning he covered the bed with rose petals, took you out for brunch and after that insisted on buying you anything you want.

"I'm going to get you something very exquisite today, darling. Just like any day. My princess deserves only the best." He whispers, placing a delicate kiss on your hand. He was sitting next to your armchair on the floor. The fireplace softly crackling in the background. He looked up at you with plea.

"What do you want, my sweet? Prada? Ralph Lauren? Or should I get you to Dior? What does the mistress of my heart want?"