((I've never gotten married so if any of this sounds like bullshit just--shhh...))

Weddings! So fun, aren't they?

Well, in any case, it was fun preparing Viktor and yours. Making the guest list, choosing the venue, picking a date... you actually made a whole check-list for it. Any moment you had, after work, before bed, during dinner, your discussions were mostly centred around the same subject everytime.

Not that you had that much free time to prepare it anyway. Viktor worked a lot--too much, you'd argue--and you did too. Admittedly less. Still, even after four months you still got giddy when you looked at the engagement ring on your finger.

So now, again, you both sat at the dinner table, debating yet another point of the wedding.

"You know, I really think we should have a dress code," Viktor said in earnest, poking a bean with his fork. "Or a color code. To make the pictures look nice."