The reception was in full swing, the dining area alive with the clatter of plates and the warm hum of laughter. Our table felt cozy, the four of us—me, Aeri, Sara, and Daniel—settled in.
The air smelled of buttery rolls and wine, and the faint jazz in the background kept the mood light. Aeri leaned forward, her elbows resting on the table, her eyes sparkling with curiosity as she looked at Sara.
"So, you guys got any big honeymoon plans?" Aeri asked, her voice bright as she propped her chin on one hand, genuinely interested.
Sara's face lit up, her smile wide and excited. "Oh, yeah! We're heading to a resort in the Maldives," she said, practically bouncing in her seat. "It's all booked—white sandy beaches, crystal water, the whole deal. I can't wait!"
