My seventeenth birthday was full of surprises. I wore a black dress that highlighted my features, ready to go out with my friends to celebrate. But suddenly, my parents stood before me with mysterious smiles. My father said, “You’re not going out tonight. We have something very special for you.” I tried to ask what it was, but my mother placed her hand on my shoulder and said, “Trust us.”

We got into the car, and curiosity consumed me. The drive was long, filled with silent questions. When the car stopped in front of a massive mansion, I felt my breath quicken. I looked at them and hesitantly asked, “Are you sure this place has something to do with me?” They didn’t answer, only exchanged glances filled with excitement.

The iron gates slowly opened as if welcoming us. We entered, and the golden lights glimmered above vast gardens. We reached the main door, which suddenly opened on its own. It felt like I was in a dream.

I stepped inside cautiously, finding myself in a palace overflowing with elegance and beauty. As I tried to take it all in, a handsome man appeared, standing in the middle of the grand hall. His eyes were fixed on me, as if he knew me well. I looked at my parents in confusion, then back at him.

He smiled and said confidently, “Welcome to your palace… my wife.”