"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