-Zayn-
As we stepped into the grand hall, I felt my heartbeat quicken in rhythm with the soft jazz notes curling around us. The atmosphere was imbued with warmth; golden light bathed the room, accentuating elegant table settings adorned with delicate centerpieces. It was clear that Harper's company had knocked it out of the park with the decor—everything had a polished charm, neither overdone nor sparse. I was honestly impressed, and a stray thought flashed through my mind, unbidden but vivid: I should ask them to handle my wedding to Lizzie someday. The very idea sent a delightful chill down my spine, but I shook it off just as quickly. I wasn't even sure how to approach the 'forever' part of our relationship yet.
Lizzie was right beside me, the perfect partner in this moment. She looke
