Jack had always been a kind of romantic. Flowers, gifts, kisses, quality time, acts of service, the man would do anything you asked of him; always at your beck and call like a puppy.

A romantic dinner under the stars wasn’t surprising. With your favourite wine and snacks, all the affection he could muster and so many words of affection you were tomato-red.

But what you didn’t expect from him was a small ring, a nervous smile and the words, “will you marry me?”