“Where are we?” I asked confused as Silvio helped me out. My bare arms shivered under the touch of a frosty breeze, foretelling the impending arrival of winter.

My husband draped his arm around my waist protectively. “It’s just a little surprise for you.” I eyed him warily, unsure how to take his ‘surprise’. His surprises always scare me. Like the sequinned dress he got for me. And I ended up coming on his fingers in public. Or the time he ‘surprised’ me by kidnapping me.

I swallowed nervously. “What is it, Silvio? At least give me a hint.” Curious I clung onto his arm giving him doe eyes. It...