The wedding invitations were stacked neatly on the kitchen table. Olga found herself counting them once again, even though she had memorized the exact number of guests a month ago.
“Maxim, don’t you think the seating cards would look better in gold tones?” Olga mused, gently tracing the edge of a sample card with her finger. “They’d match the centerpieces perfectly.”
Maxim glanced up from his laptop, offering a brief, distracted look.
“Honestly, dear, I have no idea what centerpieces even are. But I trust your taste completely.”
Olga smiled softly, appreciating his faith in her judgment, even if he wasn’t very involved in the details. Planning the wedding had become her mission, and every little element felt important—every ribbon, every color choice, every name card. The invitations, for instance, weren’t just pieces of paper; they were the first glimpse guests would have of the day she and Maxim were about to share with everyone they loved.
As she carefully arranged the stack, her mind wandered to the upcoming celebration—the laughter, the dancing, the vows they would exchange. It was overwhelming but thrilling.
Maxim closed his laptop, stood up, and came around the table, wrapping an arm around Olga’s shoulder.
“You’re doing an amazing job,” he said quietly. “I know I’m not much help with the details, but I’m grateful you’re handling all of this.”
She leaned into him, feeling a surge of warmth. Despite his limited involvement, his support meant the world to her.
Olga picked up one of the invitations, holding it up to the light. The soft shimmer of gold complemented the elegant design perfectly, just as she had imagined.
“Maybe I’ll add a tiny gold ribbon here,” she said thoughtfully.
Maxim nodded, smiling.
“Whatever you decide, it’ll be beautiful. Because it’s made by you.”
Together, they returned their attention to the invitations, the excitement of the big day quietly building between them.