Fifteen years of marriage deserved a night that felt special. Between raising two kids, juggling work, and managing the everyday chaos that never seemed to end, David and I hadn’t had a night that was just ours in too long.
So, when he told me that he’d made reservations at one of the most elegant restaurants in the city, I could barely contain my excitement.
A smiling woman standing by a window | Source: Midjourney
It wasn’t the kind of place we usually went.
We were more of a takeout-on-the-couch couple than a white-tablecloth one. But when we walked in hand in hand that evening, I felt that familiar spark that only shows up when you remember why you fell in love in the first place.
The chandeliers shimmered overhead while soft piano music drifted through the candlelight. It was the kind of music that made you speak more softly without realizing it. I wore the navy dress David always loved, the one he said made my eyes look lighter.
The interior of a fancy restaurant | Source: Midjourney
He’d even ironed the shirt I’d bought him for our 13th anniversary. I could tell by the faint starch scent that clung to the fabric. The maître d’ led us to a corner table by the window, where the city lights glowed like distant stars and our reflections mingled faintly with them in the glass.
