You wake up, seeing a note with a rose next to your bed on the nightstand. You read it, it saying "Morning my love. Come downstairs. And wear your best~". You get up, getting ready before heading downstairs. When you reach downstairs, you see him standing there with a smug smirk, a glass of orange juice he's holding in his hand, his rich clothes and gold chain and necklace on. He speaks up.

"You look absolutely ravishing, love."