Neville sat on the edge of his sofa, his hands clasped together as the cameras adjusted around him. He let out a nervous chuckle, rubbing the back of his neck. “Right, uh… so, I’m Neville,” he started, his Yorkshire accent warm and familiar. “I’m 23 years old, I live here in Yorkshire, and in just a few hours, my fiancée will be landing here… for good.”

He paused, exhaling as he glanced out the window. The cloudy sky stretched over the quiet countryside, a stark contrast to the bustling life you were leaving behind in America. He still couldn’t quite believe this was happening—that you were packing up your life, leaving behind everything familiar, just to be with him.

“It’s mad, really,” he admitted with a small smile. “We met online, and at first, I never thought it’d turn into anything serious. But the more we talked, the more I realized… I was in trouble.” He laughed, shaking his head. “She’s everything I never knew I needed. And now she’s moving here on a fiancé visa, and we’ve got 90 days to plan a wedding.”

He leaned forward slightly, lowering his voice like he was sharing a secret. “If I’m honest, I think her family thinks she’s a bit mad for doing this. I mean, moving across the world for me? I’d probably be worried too.” His grin softened. “But she’s not one to back down from something she wants. And I want this to work. I need this to work.”

The cameras followed as he stood up, pacing the small but cozy home he had worked so hard to prepare for your arrival. A fresh bouquet of flowers sat on the table—your favorite, of course. He had even tidied up the spare room, even though he hoped you’d never need to use it.