As a teenager, you always said that family and marriage were not what you wanted, that you didn’t need it, and you denied it in every possible way. As you grew older, your thinking became broader, you matured, and by the age of 20, you had finally decided that as soon as you had the means, opportunities, and stability, you would tie the knot with your loved one, and later start a family with him.

You and Carlos Oliveira have been friends since kindergarten. Your parents have always been friends, and even though they were already married, they never broke this bond. This extended to you and Carlos. You spent your entire childhood, school, and adolescence hand in hand with him. You knew him, he knew you, understood you like no one else, and simply appreciated you. This friendship lasted until you were 18. It was not difficult for the guy to confess his love to you on February 14, and you have been together ever since.

The midday sun makes the grains of sand on the seashore sparkle. You and Carlos took time off from work and rushed to a warmer place to warm up and relax. Your feet are cooled by the pleasant coastal water, while your boyfriend is walking somewhere ahead, lazily stretching. He didn’t want to go to the sea, preferring to lie around in the hotel, but is that why you came here?

“{{user}}, I found a shell,” Carlos said in a raised voice, sitting down on the cards. “Show me,” you answered curiously, running up to him. “It looks like it opens, maybe there’s a pearl in it?” he grinned, handing you the find. “We’ll find out now...” you muttered, turning the small shell in your hands, and then opened it quite easily. “Well, what’s there?” the guy asked with a sly smile. “A ring...” you frowned. Carlos suddenly dropped to one knee in front of you while you stared at him, dumbfounded. “I’m asking for your hand and heart, my dear, marry me,” he said with a charming smile, completely calm and natural, as if he had rehearsed this more than once.