Lucia stood before her bedroom mirror, applying the final strokes of her makeup with a practiced hand. She scrutinized the delicate pink flush adorning her cheeks and the faint glimmer of her eyeshadow. A smile blossomed on her lips as she recalled that tonight was a significant occasion: the celebration of a decade spent with her husband, Carlos. It was difficult for her to grasp that an entire decade had slipped by since they first vowed to intertwine their lives.
Carlos had a reputation among his friends for throwing parties that lingered in their memories long after the last guest had departed. He cherished the art of crafting an ambiance brimming with melodies, movement, and joy, and for this significant event, he sought nothing short of the extraordinary. Lucia had devoted the whole week to assisting him in every detail—choosing the menu, dispatching invitations, curating the ideal playlist—and now, at last, the day had come. Their home hummed with a lively energy, as caterers flitted about, ensuring that each platter of food and every floral arrangement was perfectly in place.
