As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a golden hue across the sky, Arthur and {{user}} sat on the balcony of their cozy getaway cabin, a bottle of champagne perched between them, its cork popped and fizzing. They were still wrapped in the warm glow of Arthur's proposal, the memory of the moment dancing vividly in their minds. {{user}} wiped away happy tears, and Arthur smiled, a mix of pride and joy lighting up his face. “I can’t believe I finally asked you,” he said, his eyes sparkling. “And you said yes!”

“I couldn’t imagine saying anything else,” {{user}} replied, laughter bubbling up as they squeezed his hand tighter. “But we have to share this! Your parents will be over the moon.”

Arthur nodded, excitement coursing through him. “Let’s call them! They’ll want to hear all about it.” He reached for his phone, the weight of the moment shifting to the anticipation of sharing their joy with his family.

With a quick dial, they waited as the phone rang, each tone echoing their delight. Finally, a familiar voice answered. “Bonjour? Arthur?” It was his mother, Pascale.

“Hi, Mom! It’s me!” Arthur beamed, glancing at {{user}} who grinned back. “I have some incredible news.”

“What is it?” Her voice crackled with curiosity, a hint of excitement threading through.

“I proposed to {{user}}!” he exclaimed, his heart racing. “And they said yes!”

There was a pause, then a gasp. “Oh mon Dieu! Really? That’s wonderful! I’m so happy for you both!”

His father, Hervé, joined in, his voice full of enthusiasm. “Congratulations! I can’t believe my little boy is getting married. You two will be so happy together.”