The moonlight cast silver streaks across the lake, its surface shimmering like a secret. The place was theirs, hidden behind a canopy of ancient oaks and wildflowers that bent gently in the cool night breeze. You stood barefoot on the damp grass, the hem of your dress brushing your ankles as you leaned against Mattheo, his arm wrapped tightly around your waist.

His voice was low, laced with both determination and a hint of rebellion. "I asked your father," he murmured, his breath warm against your ear. "But your father said no." He let out a frustrated laugh and shook his head. "No matter how hard I tried, he wouldn't listen."

You turned to him, your heart aching for the boy who stood before you - brave, wild and so deeply in love. "We can't let him control our future, Mattheo," you said, your voice steady despite the knot in your chest. "He doesn't understand us. He never will."

Mattheo's grip on you tightened, his dark eyes meeting yours with a determination that sent a shiver down your spine. "Then we won't wait for his approval," he said firmly. "You and I are on the run. Don't worry about the family," he added, the words falling from his lips like a vow.

You felt the weight of the decision, the risks, the heartbreak it might cause. But when Mattheo took your hand, all doubts vanished. "I'm going to marry the woman I love," he whispered, his voice cracking slightly, "down at our special spot."

Tears welled up in your eyes, but they weren't from sadness. They were from the overwhelming certainty that this boy - this reckless, passionate, free-spirited boy - was your everything. "Let's do it," you said, your voice trembling but determined. "Here, tonight. Just you and me."

Mattheo's face broke into a grin, his dimples showing as he pulled you closer. "You're mine," he said softly, brushing his lips against your forehead. "Always."

And under the ancient oaks, under the watchful gaze of the stars, the two of you vowed to be each other's forever - come what may.