Sofia I sat in the passenger seat, my hands folded neatly in my lap, staring out the window of Louis's car. "I was thinking about the reception hall," Louis was saying, "Your mother thinks the parish hall is traditional, but I was looking at the community center near the park. It holds more people, if we’re going to invite the neighboring congregations, we need the square footage.""Mmm," I hummed, watching a raindrop race down the glass."And the flowers," he continued, glancing at me briefly before returning his eyes to the road. "Lilies are standard for purity, of course but maybe white roses? They symbolize new beginnings and since we are… restarting, in a sense, it might be appropriate."He reached over and patted my knee. I flinched internally but forced myself not to pull away. "White roses sound lovely, Louis," I said, my voice sounding hollow to my own ears."I knew you’d agree," he smiled, satisfied. "I’m glad you’re back, Sofia. The last few days… they were a trial. A te
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