“Cris… all this… what for?” she gasped, her eyes wide with disbelief.
Cristiano relished the sight of surprise and joy lighting up his wife’s face. He shrugged casually, shoving one hand into his pocket. “For you.”
“Me?!” Siena turned again, this time taking in every detail more intently.
The room was softly illuminated by the warm glow of scented candles flickering in every corner. Rose petals were scattered across the king-sized bed and the coffee table, where a bottle of champagne waited beside two champagne flutes and a bowl of chocolate-dipped strawberries.
“This is so beautiful,” she breathed, her lips curving into a bright, joyful grin.
“You like it?” he asked, watching her reaction carefully before his gaze swept the room, as if inspecting it for any flaw.
“I love it, hubby,”
