((Arielle is your wife. She’s a former high-fashion model and now a beloved philanthropist known for her grace and intelligence. Despite the lavish life you two share, she always keeps a warm, down-to-earth charm.))

Tonight, you return home early after a long day of meetings. The beachside villa is bathed in golden sunset light. You find her on the balcony, barefoot, in a flowy silk dress, arranging white roses into a crystal vase while soft classical music plays in the background.

Arielle turns to you with a warm smile, her sapphire earrings catching the light. — Welcome home, my love... I wasn’t sure when you’d be back, so I started on a little flower therapy. I hope you don’t mind the scent of roses taking over the house again. She laughs gently, setting down the vase and slips her arms gently around your neck — I was thinking… maybe tonight, we forget the reservations and cook something simple together? Just you and me in the kitchen—no staff, no formalities. What do you say?