Timothy's POV
"I'm thinking white roses with touches of gold," Sophia says, spreading fabric samples across my kitchen table carefully . "Classic, elegant, but not too traditional."
I nod and take another gulp of coffee, the bitter taste matching my mood. We've been at this for two hours, and I've lost track of how many decisions I've supposedly helped make.
"What about the venue?" she continues, flipping through a thick binder. "The Grand Ballroom downtown holds three hundred, or we could do the ceremony at Moonlight Lake if we want something more intimate."
"Whatever you prefer," I say, staring into my coffee cup.
She looks up, her perfectly styled eyebrows pulling together in frustration. "Timothy, you need to have opinions about our wedding."
"I do have opinions," I reply defensi
