That night, as Raven and I lay in bed, we talked about the day's events and the future that awaited us. The moonlight streamed through the window, casting a soft, silver glow across the room. Raven nestled closer to me, her head resting on my shoulder, and I wrapped my arms around her, holding her tight.
"It's all starting to feel so real," she murmured, her voice tinged with wonder.
I smiled, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead. "It is real. And it's going to be amazing."
We lay there in comfortable silence for a while, simply enjoying the closeness and the quiet. Outside, the city was alive with its usual nighttime symphony—distant car horns, the murmur of voices, the occasional bark of a dog. But here, in our little bubble, everything felt peaceful and perfect.
Raven shifted slightly, her fingers tracing lazy patterns on my arm. "I can't believe how perfect the dress is. I never imagined finding something that felt so right."
