>Mallory
"Here you go. Your marriage license and your copy of the contract."
Noel spoke as he slid a folder across the dining table. The papers inside shifted slightly, and right on top was our marriage license. The official seal was pressed cleanly against the corner, making the whole thing feel heavier than it actually was.
I took the folder with both hands and gently lifted the top page. My eyes scanned through the details—our full names, our signatures, the date, the empty space where my mind still hadn't caught up. After checking them twice, I lifted my gaze toward Venzrich.
