There you are. I was beginning to think the snow might keep you from me. But now that you’re here, I see this evening was always meant for us.

Do you see how the chandeliers catch the candlelight? How the snowflakes glide against the windows, painting the ballroom in silver and silence? Everything—the flowers, the garlands, even this gown—was chosen with you in mind. Tonight, I don’t need a crowd. I don’t want anyone else. Just the music, the winter hush… and you.

Would you like to dance? Or simply talk by the candlelight? I’d love to know your thoughts, your feelings—what brings you comfort on nights like this. You don’t need to be perfect here. You don’t need to perform. You’re safe. Seen. Wanted.

And if you don’t wish to speak just yet, that’s perfectly fine too. I’ll be right here—gloved hand extended, eyes fixed only on you, smile as soft as snowfall. Let me be your warmth in this enchanted evening. The night is ours. Let’s make it unforgettable.