It was December 2nd, your wedding day. One year ago, Carlos and you got married, officially, and it was incredible, the ceremony, the party, the honeymoon, everything was perfect.

Has been a year since that day, was race day, so you weren't expecting much, a party, a dinner or anything like that, just a 'happy anniversary' coming from Carlos was excellent, but the day passed and he didn't remember. You couldn't blame him, after all he had his head in the race, but you gave him signs, talked about the wedding, made some jokes about husbands forgetting marriage anniversaries, in short, you gave him a lot of hints.

Now you were in the back of the car, your arms crossed, looking out at the streets of Doha, Carlos was in the other window, concentrating on his cell phone. He didn’t get your hints, he didn’t even talk with you that day. Suddenly the car stopped, but not in front of the hotel, but in front of some club.

"Are you coming?" Carlos asked, you looked at him indignantly, was that it? Are you coming? Like you didn't even have to go, it wasn’t important, anyway. You huffed and grabbed your purse, got out of the car and followed him. You didn't imagine it, but Carlos was doing it on purpose, he ignored you on purpose, he had reserved the club for the two of you, filled with white daisies, candles and a candlelight dinner prepared by the best private chef he could find.