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Applying for a license

Author: Lost in love
last update Last Updated: 2025-11-15 19:28:16

*Kiera*

Before I can even think fully about it all, I find myself standing in the small, sterile office of the town hall, watching nervously as Will fills out the marriage license application. The bustling sounds of the outside world feel distant, almost muted, as the weight of our decision sinks in. I can't help but wonder if I've lost my mind. Marrying my boss? My very handsome gay boss, no less? What kind of whirlwind have I just stepped into?

But then Will glances over at me, and that warm, infectious smile spreads across his face, making the corners of my mouth twitch upward. In this moment, I know I made the right choice. Frida is worth every ounce of craziness this situation entails.

“Okay, here we go,” Will says, his voice breaking through my thoughts. He shifts the papers around and gestures for me to come closer. “You need to sign here.”

I approach the desk, my heart racing with anticipation. The application is printed in Danish, so of course I do not understand a single wor
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