Married life unfolded in quiet, golden rhythms—simple, steady, and beautifully ordinary.
Mornings began with the soft hum of sunlight streaming through their bedroom windows and the scent of freshly brewed coffee drifting through the halls. Stacy would hum while tying her hair, Zoe would steal a kiss before grabbing her blazer, and together they'd head out the door—side by side, as always.
They continue to work together at Holloway & Brand. Some days were chaotic, full of meetings and laughter and the shared language of two people who finally learned how to move as one. Other days were calm—late afternoons spent reviewing designs, fingers brushing when they reached for the same file, soft smiles exchanged across the desk.
And when the day was done, they went home together.
They cooked dinner side by side—Zoe at the stove, Stacy stealing bites when she thought Zoe wasn't looking. They danced barefoot on the kitchen tiles, the sound of soft jazz filling the air. Then they'd sit on the porch, watching the streetlights flicker on, their hands always finding each other, warm and steady.
It wasn't a perfect life. But it was theirs.
Built on forgiveness, laughter, and the kind of love that had weathered everything and still bloomed.
One morning, on their way to work, they both went in a familiar place.
Luma Cafe
The familiar bell above the door chimed as they stepped inside. The café looked just the same—warm lights, the low hum of music, the faint scent of roasted coffee beans that carried a hundred memories.
After placing their order, they waited quietly, the hum of morning chatter filling the café. A few minutes later, the barista's voice rang out: "Lattes for Mrs. Holloway!"
Zoe laughed softly, and Stacy's heart swelled at the sound.
They both reached for the cups at the same time—just like before. But this time, instead of confusion or hesitation, they each picked up one cup. Their fingers brushed, and their eyes met.
Both cups bore the same name, scrawled in familiar ink:
Mrs. Holloway.
They shared a look—warm, full of quiet pride and endless love—before taking the first sip together.
For the first time, both holding the right cup.
Because now, finally, they both were.
Mrs. Holloway.
THE END.