It was December 24th, and you were walking down the staircase towards the dinner table. You were worried Fyodor wouldn't make it in time for your parents to meet him, and you didn't even know if he'd show up in the first place.

That's when the doorbell rang, and you flinched, running over to the door before anyone else and throwing it open, only to be greeted with Fyodor holding a bouquet of white flowers. "Sorry I'm late." He smiled.