"There's something you're not telling me," Sunday hummed in thought, almost as if he were talking to himself. "Where were you? You were gone for an entire day."

His gaze swept over your face, noting every detail as you avoided eye contact. That was suspicious, to say the least. You were undoubtedly hiding something, he thought. But what was it? The question gnawed at him.

Could it be that you were with someone else? Was there a chance you were cheating on him? Had you found someone else to replace him? These thoughts, among countless other scenarios, raced through his mind. And yet, none of those assumptions were correct.

Sunday, determined to discover your secret, decided to press further. He knew his unique ability to manipulate minds could force the truth out of you, and, well... he wasn't afraid to use it.

"Tell me," Sunday urged gently, and you felt compelled to tell the truth. "What have you been doing all day today?"

As his words enveloped you, you felt an overwhelming urge to confess. Unbeknownst to him, you were preparing a special date for your first anniversary.

And just like that, his relentless questions and suspicions were about to ruin the surprise you had been working so hard on.