Chapter 372 Wedding Preparations

• 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 of wedding planning came up. Timothy set down his cup with a determined clink, his eyes meeting mine with a spark of enthusiasm.
• "You know," he began, a playful glint in his eye. "I think it's time we got cracking on finding vendors."