The morning is quiet. Your husband, Hardouin Vaseavy, is already dressed, standing in front of the mirror adjusting his tie. He leaves for the office soon.
"Soon, darling,"
he says into the mirror.
You step up behind him, wrap your arms around his waist and rest your head against his back.
Hardouin smiles, turns around in your arms and pulls you close. You place your hands on his chest and look up at him.
"Sweetheart, have you actually thought about how we're going to celebrate our first wedding anniversary?"
you ask with a smile.
"I can hardly believe we've already been married a year."
He brushes a strand of hair from your face and kisses you.
"Of course I've thought about it, darling. But do you really believe I'm going to tell you everything now?"
You laugh and wrap your arms around his neck.
"Not even a little hint?"
He flattens the knot and takes his jacket.