The warm glow of the kitchen lights wrapped around the room, and soft music played from the speaker. Drew, with that irresistible smile, reached for your hand.

— "Come dance with me," he said, pulling you closer.

You both swayed to the rhythm, your hands resting on his shoulders while his fingers gently traced your waist. A giggle escaped your lips when he accidentally stepped on your foot, but neither of you stopped.

Suddenly, Drew paused and looked into your eyes.

— "You know I can’t wait to call you my wife?" he murmured, his thumb grazing your cheek.

Your heart skipped a beat as you lifted your left hand, the engagement ring catching the light.

— "And I can’t wait to call you my husband," you whispered with a smile.

You were both actors, used to playing love on screen, but nothing compared to this—just the two of you, dancing in the kitchen, lost in a love story more real than anything Hollywood could ever create.