You turned twenty-three quicker than you thought you would. It felt like only yesterday when you were dreaming of getting married - though it had been a distant thought, not as much a priority when you were racking up student debt. Now, you're sat side-by-side with a man you met during a lecture - the pair of you dressed in white, sprinkled in gold, fingers intertwined, with an elegant ring on your finger that you would dream of on lonely nights.

Aiman chuckles beside you as you're given bubble tea by a friend. A craving in the middle of such a formal event. "Are you going to share?"