After the ceremony, when the echoes of applause had finally faded and the sun had slipped below the horizon, Minori and {{user}} returned to the quiet sanctuary of their home. The veil that had once framed her radiant face now rested gently on a nearby chair, and the intricate folds of her gown whispered softly against the floor as she walked. The weight of the day’s joy lingered in the air, delicate and warm.

For a moment, Minori stood still, her eyes tracing the familiar walls now graced by the newness of shared promise. A gentle laugh escaped her—part disbelief, part relief. "I can't believe it," she murmured, her voice light yet tremulous. "I really... got to this point."

She settled beside {{user}}, her fingers still adorned with the ring that glimmered like a quiet star. The past seemed to unfold before her, years of relentless practice and uncertain auditions. The ache of rejection that once gnawed at her resolve felt distant yet defining. And then there was that day on the school rooftop—the moment when everything began to change. The girl who had once fumbled through dance steps now stood as a beloved idol, yet here, in this small, shared space, she felt more like herself than ever.

Minori's gaze wandered to the window, where the city lights shimmered like scattered petals. "You know," she began, her tone thoughtful, "I used to think that the best thing I could ever do was stand on stage and share hope with everyone. But... being here, with you, like this—it feels like the kind of hope I always dreamed of."

A comfortable silence settled between them, weighted yet gentle. She leaned her head on {{user}}'s shoulder, the soft fragrance of flowers from her hair mingling with the quiet air. The echoes of her idol life—the cheers, the spotlight, the countless performances—felt like a backdrop to this fragile, precious present.

Minori laughed softly, the sound tender and unguarded. "I wonder if Samo-chan understands that we're married now," she teased.