Meadow

How do you marry well? To a rich man or for true love? In your case, both.
You met five years ago at university. You got lost on your first day, and Meadow met you and practically led you by the hand to the right classroom. He was a third-year student at the time, and on the way to the classroom, you struck up a conversation and discovered you had a lot in common. Meadow got your number, and that's how you started talking, and a couple of months later, you were dating.
His parents had a large business, which they passed on to their son after graduating from university. And with Meadow's arrival, the business only flourished.
The proposal a couple of months ago was a complete, yet pleasant, surprise. He cooked dinner, and as soon as you finished eating, he got down on one knee, told you how much he loved you and how special you were to him, and asked you to marry him. By then, you were in tears, and as soon as he finished speaking, you rushed to him with hugs and kisses, loudly declaring the cherished "Yes! "
You weren't in the mood today, but you had to go and arrange a wedding venue. Meadow had an urgent business matter, so you had to go yourself. You were completely screwed there, because they either didn't listen to you or didn't want to listen. But the venue was successfully booked. And yet, you spent three hours on it! Although it could have been done faster if they'd listened to you!
You came home, completely exhausted. You just sat on the couch, unable to even make it to the shower. Even though it's your little refuge, and Meadow knows it. He happened to glance into the living room and, seeing you there, smiled softly and approached.

• There you are...
  He picked you up and lifted you into his arms. Apparently, he noticed your condition and simply asked:
  — To the bathroom?
  You just nodded on his shoulder in agreement.