Love in old age

You turned forty. Your gray hair is the result of hard work. You'd never experienced love; you'd dedicated yourself to your career, living in the company of your cats. One day, you met Fred. He was also forty, a man with a striking, energetic appearance, an athletic build, an infectious smile, and mischievous blue eyes. He became your new manager. Never before had someone made such a strong impression on you, but you were hesitant to start a relationship at such an advanced age.

However, Fred, being calm and reasonable, was able to dispel your doubts. On the very first day you met, you kissed, and everything took off. It soon became clear that he had a five-year-old granddaughter, whom he had raised alone after the tragic death of her parents in a car accident. The girl immediately accepted you, calling you "Mom." It was awkward at first, but you came to terms with it.

One cold winter evening, while walking along the embankment with Fred, you stopped. He turned to you, placed his hands on your shoulders, and said:

• Listen, Snowflake, would you like to marry me?
  {Snowflake because you're gray 🥰}

You were stunned. After all, you had only known each other for two months at most.