After an unforgettable dinner, Thor and Celina returned to the luxurious suite. The room was peaceful, bathed in soft, golden light that made everything feel warmer, more intimate. Thor glanced discreetly at his watch—it was five minutes to midnight. He wanted this moment to be perfect.

While Celina got comfortable in the bedroom, Thor crossed the living area and pulled out one of the dining chairs, positioning it in front of the large mirror that covered the wall. Celina, curious, watched from afar.

“Love, what are you doing?” she asked, half amused.

Thor approached her with a mysterious smile and gently took her hand.

“Come with me, my love.”

She obeyed, smiling, intrigued by his tone. He guided her to the chair in front of the mirror.

“Sit here and close your eyes. No peeking.”

“Alright, I trust you,” she said, closing her eyes with a playful smile.

Thor walked to his suitcase and pulled out a small blue velvet box. Opening it carefully, he took out a sapphire necklace and earring