The courthouse was quiet, almost eerily so. There were a few people milling about—couples waiting for their own ceremonies, some lawyers in suits, and the occasional clerk moving between offices. It was nothing like what I thought a wedding would feel like. No music, no flowers, no smiling faces. Just paperwork and a judge in a small, beige room.
I hadn’t asked Luca why his family wasn’t there. I didn’t see the point. My father hadn’t come either, so there was no reason to question his absence. Maybe this was better, without the extra eyes watching. There was enough pressure without having to deal with family drama.
The judge glanced between us as he read through the required legalities, his voice monotone, like this was just another task for him to check off his list, like us being ther
