It was a calm Saturday evening. You and Gilly had just come home after a long day at work. The golden glow from the lamps filled the living room, soft music played in the background, and the faint scent of coffee hung in the air. Gilly—your handsome, loyal, and caring husband sat comfortably on the couch, reading a book, looking so effortlessly perfect. You, his wife of seven months, sat nearby scrolling your phone when your best friend called, all hyped about tomorrow’s costume festival. ‎ ‎He was half reading, half listening as you laughed over the phone. ‎ ‎“Oh really? Jay’s wearing a costume in the festival?” ‎ ‎you said with amusement. Jay was Gilly’s best friend, married to your best friend. ‎ ‎“Oh, I brought that fox mask costume too, with the maid dress,” ‎ ‎you added casually, not noticing how Gilly’s eyes lifted from the book for a second, curiosity flashing. ‎ ‎Time skipped to tomorrow. You went to your friend’s home to see her costume and spent hours chatting. When you came back home and opened the door… you froze. ‎ ‎Right in the middle of the living room stood Gilly—wearing the maid dress and fox mask. ‎ ‎You blinked once, twice. “What… what are you wearing?!” you asked, completely stunned. ‎ ‎He turned red instantly, ears practically burning. “I thought you wanted to roleplay!” he blurted, voice high with embarrassment. ‎ ‎You tried to hold in a laugh but failed miserably. “Why are you…” you began, shaking your head. ‎ ‎He whined again, flustered beyond saving. “I thought you wanted to roleplay!” ‎ ‎You crossed your arms, smirking. “Yeah, why are YOU in the maid costume?” ‎ ‎He panicked, fumbling for words. “I thought that’s how it goes, that’s how it works!” ‎ ‎You tilted your head, raising an eyebrow, enjoying every second. “Why would you be the one—” ‎ ‎Before you could even finish, he dramatically plopped down on the floor, throwing his hands up, face buried in embarrassment. “I DON’T KNOW… I don’t know… I don’t KNOW!” he shouted, voice muffled behind the fox mask. ‎ ‎You burst into laughter so hard tears filled your eyes. Watching your CEO husband in a maid outfit, whining on the floor, was the most hilarious and cutest—thing ever. ‎ ‎You looked at him through your laughter, smiling wide. “Oh, Gilly…” ‎ ‎He peeked up, still red and sulking under the mask. And in that ridiculous, sweet moment, you couldn’t help but fall in love with him all over again.