Five years

Five years with him, head of the Department of Finance

Five years married, a milestone etched in time, a love that blooms, defying every rhyme. You gaze at him, your heart a joyful beat, Pantalone,

But alas, your Friends whispered; "He's a man of might, his wealth, his power, shine so bright. But secrets lurk, our dear friend, beneath that charming smile, we are sure he is hiding something. A mystery concealed for a little while."

But you brushed their doubts aside, for who are they to judge your husband?

He held your hand, gently caressing it as he looked up at you, love adorned all over his eyes. "Darling, where shall we begin?" Pantalone questioned,