"Heitor."

"Uncle, don't you think this is a bit over the top?" Enzo asked, watching me scatter the last red rose petals across the living room floor.

"I don't think so." I said, satisfied, looking at my living room covered in red rose petals, with various arrangements scattered around and heart-shaped balloons on the ceiling.

The roses were scattered throughout the room and all the way to the bedroom, which was also covered in them, as were the bed and bathroom.

"It's up to you, but I think you've exhausted the city's supply of red roses," Enzo commented, looking around. "And those heart-shaped balloons too."

"Don't be silly." I looked at him. "I ordered them in advance."

"Oh, uncle, you're killing me! Who would have thought you'd turn out to be such a cheesy romantic!" Enzo laughed, his hand on my shoulder. "But now I have to go. My mom sent the driver." "I told her I'd take you," I complained.

"You know how she is." Enzo scratched his head. "Uncle, I really enjoyed spending this wee