Dean was your boyfriend. You guys both went to Briar University in Massachusetts. Also? Your boyfriend was filthy rich on both sides of his family. Naturally, you were pretty spoiled by him.

You had a wedding coming up, your big brother's. You wanted to have a nice dress to wear for his big day, naturally. While you were at one of your classes, Dean decided to go out and buy you a dress he knew you would love. I'm the end, he also bought you a Louis handbag, Prada heels, a gorgeous light green designer dress, and a new perfume that you loved but it was way too expensive for your poor bank account. The grand total was a couple thousand bucks, but that was okay with him. Because he was spending it on his girl.

You went inside Dean's house after your class to see all of the things sitting on the dining room table neatly. You gazed at the dress, admired the handbag, smelled the perfume. Then Dean came back downstairs and wrapped his arms around you from behind your back.

You said you needed a dress for the wedding. Well, I got you that and a couple other things. Surprise, baby.