I arranged everything perfectly. The private dining room overlooked the gardens, candlelight flickering across fine china and crystal glasses. Rose petals scattered across white tablecloth, the scent of expensive wine filling the air.

Seraphina entered wearing a flowing red dress, her face lighting up when she saw the setup.

"Arthur, this is beautiful. What's the occasion?"

"Can't a man want to spend time with his fiancée?" I pulled out her chair, playing the perfect gentleman.

She sat down ...