(Mira's POV)
"Who would have thought I'd get married this soon?"
The morning didn't rush me. It unfolded quietly, measuredly, and intentionally.
I stood by the window, fingers lightly resting against the glass, watching the city stretch into its usual rhythm. Cars moved. People moved. Life continued, indifferent to the fact that today… something in my world was shifting.
Not dramatically. Not loudly. But deeply.
I exhaled slowly, letting the calm settle into me instead of resisting it. There was no chaos. No frantic movement. No overwhelming noise of preparations the way most people would expect.
That had never been me. And it would never be us.
Behind me, the apartment carried a quiet hum of activity—soft footsteps, low voices, the subtle movement of fabrics and details being arranged. Minimal. Controlled. Exactly the way I wanted it.
Intentional.
Everything about today had been chosen. Not imposed. Not expected. Chosen.
