Timothy's POV

"I'm thinking white roses with touches of gold," Sophia says, spreading fabric samples across my kitchen table carefully . "Classic, elegant, but not too traditional."

I nod and take another gulp of coffee, the bitter taste matching my mood. We've been at this for two hours, and I've lost track of how many decisions I've supposedly helped make.

"What about the venue?" she continues, flipping through a thick binder. "The Grand Ballroom downtown holds three hundred, or we could do ...