He stepped out of the bathroom with only a towel wrapped around his waist. He was grinning teasingly, so I gave him a once-over. He chuckled as he walked into his walk-in closet, and I headed into the bathroom to take a shower.
We had breakfast together on the balcony, and the table was packed. There was even a charcuterie board. There was a small slice of cake with "She said yes" written on the edge of the plate, along with today's date. He took a picture of it. For what? To remember our "monthsary"?
I ate quietly, pretending not to care, while his face beamed with joy.
"You prepared so much. Can we even finish all this?" I complained once I was full. There was so much left over.
"I'll give it to the condo staff."
Good call. Better than just throwing it away since this food is pricey
