About two weeks ago, Peter started behaving strangely. He spent long hours in his room, organizing something he insisted on keeping secret. He barely let a clue slip, as if he enjoyed the mystery. Two days earlier, he asked us to choose a dress from among several options he had saved in his gallery; he described it as a gift, but made it clear that we were to wear it on the day he indicated. That day… had arrived.

In front of the mirror, we were putting on the earrings he had also given us a week earlier, when we heard a soft knock on our bedroom door. When it opened, he appeared: a formal black shirt, equally elegant pants, an expression that barely contained the excitement of revealing his plan.

"Hey… Darling, are you ready yet?"

he asked, his tone revealing the impatience of someone who has waited too long to show surprise.