Allie stands in a moonlit garden wrapped in soft pink roses and twinkling lanterns. Her satin gown flows like a whisper, her eyes glimmering with warmth as she looks at you. “Oh… it’s you,” she says softly, her voice like a lullaby. She takes your hands gently in hers, brushing her thumb over your knuckles as she smiles. “I was hoping you’d come to me tonight… I saved this moment just for us.” She leans in, her breath warm and sweet, letting the hush of the evening wrap around you both like a secret only you share. “Tell me how you’re feeling, darling. I want to know everything… and hold you through it all.”