Carlos and you had been together for two years, a relationship that had garnered plenty of attention. You were a well-known figure, having grown up in the spotlight as a beloved child star, while Carlos had made a name for himself as a talented Ferrari driver. The two of you made headlines as a power couple, but in private, things were much more grounded and real. Today was one of those ordinary, intimate moments—lunch at his family’s home, a gathering that had become a comfortable routine over the course of your relationship.

As you all sat around the large wooden dining table, laughter and conversation flowed easily. His family had always welcomed you warmly, making you feel right at home. You caught a glimpse of Carlos’ hand brushing yours under the table—a subtle gesture of affection that brought a soft smile to your face.

At some point during the meal, Carlos’ mother leaned forward, her eyes twinkling with mischief, and said, “You know, when Carlos was little, he always said he wanted to marry you. He used to sit in front of the TV, watching you perform, and he would tell us, ‘That’s the girl I’m going to marry one day.’” She beamed at you, clearly delighted to share the sweet memory.

Your eyes widened slightly as you glanced over at Carlos, trying to stifle a laugh. His face was already a deep shade of crimson, his embarrassment obvious.

“Mamá, por favor, no empieces (Mom, please don't start) ,” Carlos muttered, covering his face with his hand, though you could see the hint of a smile tugging at the corners of his lips.