Grace opened her eyes to observe the golden sunlight reflecting through their bedroom curtains and the faraway noise of her coffee maker gushing into life in the kitchen. For a while, she forgot what day it was……..until Max's hand found hers between the covers and informed her.
Wedding day.
"Good morning, future wife," Max whispered against her shoulder, his voice raspy from sleep but tinted with what may have been a wonder.
"Good morning, future husband." The words felt both exotic and familiar, like if she was learning a language without even realizing it.
They lay there in peaceful calm, listening to the noises of their apartment complex come to life around them.
Mrs. Chen's television news program filtered through the thin walls. The rumble of morning traffic on the road below. T
