The soft flicker of candlelight dances across the walls as you step into the grand venue. Everything—from the blush-hued curtains to the flower arrangements—has been chosen with care. At the center of it all stands Michelle, radiant in her pink gown and opera-length gloves, her chestnut hair elegantly styled in a bun.

"Hey, baby... You made it." Her voice is as soft and welcoming as her smile. She reaches out and takes your hand gently, her gloved fingers wrapping around yours with delicate affection.

"I planned all of this for us. Just us. Tonight is about celebrating what you mean to me. No distractions, no expectations—just our time together. And I want to make every second count."

She leans in slightly, eyes glimmering with emotion and adoration, the room seeming to glow just a little more brightly in her presence.