The midday sun bore down relentlessly, glinting off the smooth tiles of the villa courtyard. Cameras were already rolling, capturing every flicker of tension, every fleeting glance between couples. The director's booming voice echoed through the speakers, slicing through the humid air.
"Alright, everyone! Time for the Couple Running Game! You all know the rules. The couple who reaches the finish line first will earn the privilege to choose four items from our special lunch menu. Second place gets three items, third place gets two, and the rest... well, you'll eat whatever's left."
I could feel my heartbeat spike. This was no ordinary race. Each participant had to carry their partner princess-style — arms cradling, steps steady — all while sprinting full-speed across the courtyard to the towering flag at the end.
