As the wedding drew near, life did not suddenly become magical.
Debbie still answered emails late at night. Felix still forgot where he put his keys. There were seating charts to fix, flowers to approve, and relatives with opinions about everything.
But somehow, the ordinary things felt different.
Every task carried the quiet promise of a shared future.
One morning, they sat in their usual café.
A latte for her.
Black coffee for him.
A croissant between them.
"Are you nervous?" Felix asked.
Debbie thought for a moment.
"A little."
"About the wedding?"
She shook her head.
"No. About how quickly life changes."
Felix looked at her carefully.
"Maybe that's why people get married."
"Why?"
"So they have someone to change with."
She smiled at that.
Outside, people hurried to work. Cars passed by. The world continued exactly as it always had.
Yet for them, everything was becoming something new.