#Chapter 373: 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." I giggled. "And what makes today any different from the last dozen times we’ve decided that? It’ll probably be another year by the time we come up with anything." Timothy flashed me a sheepish grin, his cheeks tinged with a hint of embarrassment. "Well, I suppose you have a point. But today, I'm feeling extra productive." I raised an eyebrow in mock skepticism, a smile playing at the corners of my lips. "Is that so? And what brought on this sudden burst of p