The golden sun of Santorini bathed the island’s white façades and turquoise domes in a glow so breathtaking it seemed painted by the gods themselves. It was Thor and Celina’s last day in Greece.

From the moment they arrived at the Andronis Luxury Suites, Celina had been utterly enchanted. Everything felt like a dream—the panoramic view, the impeccable service, the small thoughtful details prepared especially for her, knowing she was pregnant. Thor oversaw every moment, every gesture, with a devotion that made her heart tremble.

That afternoon, he surprised her with a new dress laid neatly on the bed—a soft, flowing pearl-colored fabric—and a handwritten note in his firm, unmistakable handwriting:

“Today is a special day. Meet me at the overlook in one hour. With love, Thor.”

Celina smiled, her fingers brushing over the paper as her heartbeat quickened with curiosity.

She dressed gently, her hair loose and dancing in the salty breeze as she made her way to the overlook reserved for the