Water rushed from the kitchen faucet, splashing into the sink.
But the room was silent.
For a long while, nothing but the sound of running water filled the space. Forrest stood there, frozen, lost in thought, and Mila’s uncertainty grew. “...Is that not okay?” she finally ventured.
“It’s okay!” Forrest blurted out immediately.
How could he hesitate now?
He reached out instinctively for Mila’s hand, only to realize, halfway there, that his fingers were still covered in soapy suds. He pulled back, awkward, searching for his voice. He wanted to ask her why she suddenly wanted to go public, but then—did that even matter?
“When?” was all he asked.
This time, it was Mila who was caught off guard. She’d expected him to agree, but not so quickly. After a long pause, she blurted, “...Three days?”
Forrest blinked. “Three days?”
Wasn’t that a bit too soon?
He frowned, his words tumbling out faster now. “Isn’t that rushing things? There’s so much to prepare—I just don’t think we’ll have enough time. And I haven’t even proposed yet—”
“Don’t panic.” Mila reached for calm, taking comfort in his earnestness. “It’s just an engagement. Let’s get that settled first. When we actually get married, we can do it right, have a big celebration—”
But Forrest shook his head, cutting her off. “No. The engagement matters, too. I want to give you the best.”
This was their marriage.
A milestone in both their lives.
He wanted every step to be perfect for her. Nothing about this should be rushed.
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