The cottage was bathed in golden light as the sun began to set over the rolling hills, casting long shadows across the landscape. The gentle breeze carried the scent of blooming wildflowers, and the air was warm with the promise of something special. Michael had spent the entire week planning this evening, down to the last detail, and now, as he stood by the small pond behind the cottage, he could feel his heart racing in anticipation.
Everything had been set perfectly. Fairy lights were strung from tree to tree, their soft glow reflecting on the water. A path lined with candles led from the cottage to the pond, where a small picnic had been arranged on a blanket, complete with Melissa's favorite wine and the desserts she loved the most. Michael wanted tonight to be unforgettable—something she would remember for the rest of her life.
