(Damian)
I sat at the kitchen table going through the last batch of wedding invitations. Alina was across from me, her legs pulled up on the chair, writing names in neat letters. I looked at her, the little bump under her shirt barely showing.
"That’s the last one," she said, placing the envelope in the box.
I nodded and closed the lid. "Good. Now we just have to survive our guests."
That same day, Luca showed up first. He walked in grinning with a box of cupcakes in hand.
"What’s up, lovebirds?" he said.
I stood and gave him a quick hug. "Still the same annoying guy, I see."
"You know it. Arm’s looking good I see."
I nodded. "Yeah. It was just a graze. Nothing serious."
Luca nodded. "Still, glad you’re okay, I haven't seen you after that."
The next hour brought in my parents, t
