After the proposal, I practically floated home on a cloud of euphoria, my heart brimming with joy and excitement. Every step felt light, as if the weight of the world had been lifted off my shoulders. I couldn't stop smiling, couldn't stop replaying Timothy's words and the sparkle in his eyes as he
"That centerpiece would look absolutely divine on the head table," Aria mused, her eyes alight with inspiration as she scrolled through a collection of photographs. "And don't even get me started on the color scheme! Soft pastels with touches of gold – it's positively dreamy!" I couldn't help but
As I gazed into Timothy's eyes, I felt the weight of the ring on my finger, a tangible reminder of the commitment we were making to each other. The past few months had been a whirlwind of emotions, but here we were, basking in the glow of our recent engagement. Our hearts overflowed with love and ex
I grinned, feeling a rush of anticipation coursing through my veins. "You'll see," I teased, reaching over to gently squeeze his hand. "Just trust me." Timothy chuckled, giving my hand a reassuring squeeze in return. "Alright, Evie. You have control of the GPS." After putting in the address, I w
I gasped in astonishment at the sight before me. The rooftop lounge was transformed into a chic oasis, with twinkling fairy lights casting a warm glow over the space and plush lounge seating scattered around the perimeter. The city skyline stretched out before us, a breathtaking backdrop to the fest
"Evie, you're killing it!" Sarah shouted over the music, her eyes bright with excitement. I laughed, feeling the weight of the world lifting off my shoulders with each step. "Thanks, Sarah! I'm just having fun!" As the song reached its climax, I threw my arms up into the air, a wide grin spreadi
The midday sun poured through the windows of Timothy's cozy kitchen, casting warm patches of light across the worn wooden table where we sat. The remnants of our lunch—half-eaten sandwiches and crumbs of bread—lay scattered across the tabletop. As we savored the last sips of our coffee, the topic
"How many times were you planning on wearing it?" I replied with a grin. As we continued to brainstorm ideas and make decisions, our conversations were filled with laughter and lighthearted banter. We debated the merits of different cake flavors ("Chocolate or vanilla?" "Why not both?"), whether t