Arthur and you had been together for two wonderful years. Your relationship was the talk of the town, a charming juxtaposition of your glamorous life as a former child star and Arthur's humble yet admirable career as a panis driver. You had always admired his dedication to his craft, while he often teased you about your past fame, bringing lighthearted humor to your days.

That afternoon, you found yourself at Arthur’s family home, gathered around a sunlit dining table with his warm and welcoming family. The aroma of a home-cooked meal filled the air, a comforting reminder of the love that permeated this place.

As you savored the food and shared laughter, Arthur's mother, a sweet woman with twinkling eyes and a mischievous smile, looked at you both with nostalgia. “You know,” she said, her voice filled with affection, “as a child, Arthur always said he wanted to marry you when he saw you on TV.”

The room fell silent for a moment, and all eyes turned to Arthur. The boy's face turned a deep shade of crimson, a stark contrast to the warm glow of the afternoon sun. “MOM, COME ON!” he exclaimed, his voice a mix of embarrassment and playful indignation, trying to brush off the attention with a nervous laugh.