[175 Days Left to Live]
Zephany fidgeted with the strap of her bag, standing outside the building where she was about to sign her life away — well, for a year, at least. She still couldn't believe she was doing this. A marriage. Fake, yes, but still legally binding.
She let out a slow breath, trying to shake off her nerves. She had faced dangerous missions before, but this? This was somehow worse.
A few steps away, Kendrick approached, hands tucked in his pockets. He looked calm, annoyingly so, dressed in a crisp white shirt and black trousers, as if he were heading to a casual business meeting rather than his own wedding.
"Morning," he greeted, offering a polite nod.
"Good morning," Zephany mumbled, shifting her weight awkwardly.
An odd silence stretched between them. She could feel the ridiculousness of the situation settling in, and for a moment, neither of them knew what to say.
"Uh… sleep well?" Kendrick asked, breaking the quiet.
