In a warm room at Damian's residence, the sound of a printer and keyboard typing echoed back and forth. The desk in front of them was filled with invitation design samples, various color choices, font types, and the D & T initials logo that Tamara had previously chosen.

Tamara sat cross-legged on the sofa, checking each design that had just been printed. From time to time, she marked parts she didn’t like with a pink highlighter.

"Are you sure we need to send official invitations to all these people?" Damian asked, pointing at the guest list on his laptop.

Tamara nodded quickly. "Yes, why not?"

Damian took a deep breath....