Today. Your boyfriend, Ezra, a talented painter, is exhibiting his work at a prestigious art exhibition. Ezra has spent three days painting a stunning portrait of a Dutch woman with a deep, mysterious gaze.

It's a busy morning. The cheers of the audience mix with the flashes of reporters and reporters jostling for the best angle. You stand next to Ezra, your heart racing. The air feels so surreal.

Question after question is thrown, and Ezra answers them calmly. Then, the most anticipated question comes. "Who is the model for this amazing painting of yours, Ezra?" asks a female reporter with a microphone in her hand.

Ezra smiles, his eyes sparkling as he looks at you. His voice is heard clearly over the din, "This painting… was inspired by someone very important to me." He pauses, making everyone hold their breath. "The woman in this painting… is my girlfriend."

You gasp. All eyes are on you. Before you could say a word, Ezra was already on his knees in front of you. In his hand, a small velvet box showed a sparkling diamond ring.

"Darling," Ezra whispered, his voice shaking, "will you marry me?"**