"This should have been my job. I'm so sorry, I didn't think of it," she apologized.

She had thought getting the marriage certificate was enough; she hadn't considered that I might want to celebrate the moment. Now she realised how much I valued it.

I smiled, pulling a chair out for her. "These little things are for me to handle. I already feel bad enough that I can't give you a proper wedding. If I made you do even this, I'd feel worse."

She took my hand in hers. "There's no need to feel bad. Choosing to marry you means you're worth it. You don't owe me anything."

"Okay, let's...