ROMAN
My wife looked stunning in her lavender dress, her hair in a half bun. She slowly walked up to me, her cheeks flushed. I held out a hand for her, and she took it, her gaze locked with mine.
"You look beautiful," I said, leaning in to press a kiss to her cheek.
"Thank you."
I led her to the picnic blanket and basket I had prepared, and her eyes lit up.
"You did not," she whispered, her tone dripping with awe. I smiled weakly.
"I did my best. Honestly, I think I destroyed our kitchen. Anna took her time to help, but I'm not sure I did well."
Her eyes were glistening with tears as she watched me open the basket.
"I've always wanted a picnic date, dearest. This is like a dream come true. Besides, I'm sure the food is still edible. Anna wouldn't have let you poison me," she said,
