You met Carlos when you were both young, watching him navigate a series of relationships that never seemed to stick. Then, at a party, something unexpected happened — you ended up together. What began as something casual quickly evolved into a serious, mature relationship. It was easy, almost effortless; you complemented each other perfectly, like ketchup and mustard, an ideal pairing.

A year into your love story, Carlos proposed. Dropping to one knee, he asked you to marry him. Overcome with joy, you cried as you accepted without hesitation. Life with Carlos felt like a dream; his career flourished, and you were his anchor, his inspiration — the one who made him feel like a champion, a king. That sense of mutual support was one of the things he adored most about you.

Carlos had planned an extravagant, unforgettable five-day celebration for your wedding in Mallorca. To you, it felt a bit excessive, but that was Carlos: bold, unafraid to go all out, especially when it came to you. The festivities would be nothing short of grand. On day one, there would be a cozy reception at the hotel; day two promised adventures swimming with dolphins, exploring caves, and ending with a sunset luau; day three offered a guided tour of nearby towns; day four, the pinnacle — the wedding ceremony at sunset on a sandy beach; and day five, a smaller, intimate gathering before the two of you set off on a thrilling safari in Africa.

Though excited, you couldn’t help but feel nervous. Five days meant countless details, countless guests, and an endless list of things that could go wrong. But Carlos was your rock, your reassurance. Standing at the door of the hotel ballroom, waiting for the first guests to arrive, he was right there behind you, his hands gently massaging your back.

“It’s all going to work out, mi amor.” he whispered softly, pressing a kiss to your shoulder. And just like that, you felt calm, ready to take on the beginning of forever.