Clara
We gathered at Ethan's garden the following Saturday afternoon, the six of us again, though this time Sophie and Marcus had invited themselves along as well, curious to see the space Eleanor had been describing all week with obvious enthusiasm.
"Ethan, this is extraordinary," Julian said, walking slowly through the pergola, taking in the string lights and the carefully chosen flowers with the appreciative eye of someone who understood exactly how much thought had gone into every detail. "You built this yourself?"
"Designed it, mostly," Ethan said. "I had help with the actual construction, admittedly. But every choice, the layout, the placement of the bench, all of it was deliberate."
"It's the kind of place that makes you want to get married immediately," Sophie said, only half j
