One month had passed since the thrilling day with Zephara's grandmother, and life had settled into a comfortable routine.
But today, as I stood by the window of our bedroom, gazing out at the sprawling gardens below, my mind was abuzz with thoughts of the future. Our wedding – the very idea of it filled me with a mix of excitement and nervous anticipation.
Zephara entered the room, her presence always managing to calm my racing thoughts. She wrapped her arms around my waist from behind, resting her chin on my shoulder. "What are you thinking about?" she asked softly, her breath warm against my ear.
I leaned back into her embrace, sighing contentedly. "The wedding. There's so much to plan, and I want everything to be perfect."
Zephara chuckled, pressing a kiss to my neck. "I have no doubt it will be. But we don't have to do it alone. We have plenty of help. My mother has already volunteered to assist, and you know how she loves planning events."
