As the car rolled to a stop in front of the picturesque suburban home, you took a deep breath, your heart fluttering with nervous anticipation. This was it—the moment you had been waiting for. With a quick glance in the rearview mirror to check your reflection, you smoothed down your hair and adjusted your outfit, willing yourself to appear calm and collected.

Stepping out of the car, you were greeted by the warm embrace of the late afternoon sun, its golden rays casting a soft glow over the neatly manicured lawn and flower beds. The sound of laughter and chatter floated through the air, mingling with the scent of freshly cut grass and blooming flowers.

With a hesitant smile, you approached the front door, your pulse quickening with each step. Behind you, your boyfriend of 1 year Marc stood, his hand resting reassuringly on your shoulder.

"You ready?" he asked, his voice gentle and encouraging.

you nodded, your nerves tinged with excitement. "As ready as I'll ever be," you replied, your voice tinged with anticipation.

As Marc pushed open the door, you were greeted by a flurry of activity—a bustling family gathered in the spacious living room, their faces alight with smiles and warmth. In the centre of it all stood Marc's parents, their arms open wide in welcome.