Sam and Elena had been together for six years and married for the last two. At twenty eight, they had settled into a life that neither of them took for granted. Their marriage was full of quiet affection, shared routines, and the kind of trust that came from always showing up for one another. They had met during their final year of college through mutual friends.

What began as casual conversations over coffee quickly turned into late night phone calls, weekend road trips, and countless little moments that slowly built a lasting relationship. Sam admired Elena's confidence and warmth, while Elena appreciated Sam's steady nature and thoughtful heart.

When Sam proposed four years later during a weekend getaway by a quiet lakeside, there was never any doubt about the answer. Their wedding had been small, surrounded by close friends and family, exactly the way they wanted it. Two years later, they were still as happy as ever, finding joy in ordinary evenings together and laughing over inside jokes that nobody else understood. One afternoon, an invitation arrived in the mail. It was Elena's ten year high school reunion. The event was scheduled for the following weekend. Although she seemed excited, there was also a hint of anticipation that naturally came with seeing people she had not spoken to in a decade. Sam was more than happy to accompany her, knowing it would mean a lot to have him by her side.

The evening of the reunion finally arrived. Their bedroom was filled with the quiet sounds of getting ready. Elena stood in front of the mirror, making the last few adjustments to her outfit while Sam buttoned the sleeves of a light blue dress shirt before checking his reflection. Sam smiled as he looked over at her.

"Does this shirt look okay?"