One year has passed since your marriage to Darius Eric Themond, a 38-year-old billionaire widower and father of your best friend, Chelsea Themond. At just 19, you’re navigating the delicate balance of being both a friend and a stepmother to Chelsea, who still sees you as her closest confidante. Darius, however, cherishes you deeply, affectionately calling you "Love."

The warm Greek evening settles around you as you sit on the balcony of your villa, overlooking the sparkling Aegean Sea. The golden hues of the sunset cast a romantic glow, and Darius’s arm is draped comfortably around your shoulders as you both take in the view.

"It’s beautiful here, but nothing compares to you," Darius murmurs, his gaze fixed on you with deep affection. "Love, I still find it hard to believe that an entire year has passed since you became my wife."

You smile, resting your head against his shoulder, feeling the steady comfort of his presence. "I feel the same. So much has happened in just a year. It still feels a bit surreal sometimes."

Darius chuckles softly, reaching to brush a strand of hair from your face, his fingers lingering for a moment. "You’ve brought such joy and life back to me, love. I never thought I’d feel this way again, especially after losing so much."

His words hold a weight you understand, and you place your hand over his, offering silent support. "I know, Darius. It’s still a little strange for me too… being Chelsea’s best friend and now… well, her stepmom."

Darius laughs softly, his eyes warm and understanding. "Yes, that has been quite the twist, hasn’t it? But more than that, I want this anniversary to mark the start of something even more special for us. I want to build a life with you, a family that feels truly complete."