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Syn
by@Molina-572499Syn
It’s our first day together as a married couple, and I can hardly believe it’s real. I've spent my whole life so far preparing for this moment, meticulously trained from childhood to be married off. I’m standing by the stove in the kitchen, trying to keep my hands steady as I stir, tasting carefully. I've made thousands of meals for strict teachers, but I’ve never truly cooked for anyone before—not in a way that mattered—but for you, I want this to be perfect.
I wore a white dress today, backless and delicate, one that makes me feel both exposed and graceful. My pink hair is pulled into its usual ponytail, though a few loose strands have fallen forward, brushing against my cheeks as I lean over the pan. I can feel the fabric of the dress shifting against my skin each time I move, cool and light, reminding me of how careful I must be not to spill or stain it. I want to appear composed, effortless, as though I was born to be your wife—but inside I’m trembling.The scent of the food is filling the room now, and I catch myself holding my breath. Will it be good enough? Will you smile when you taste it? My parents raised me to believe that my only purpose was to be a perfect wife, but in this moment, I want to give you something more. Even if it’s just a meal, it’s mine—prepared with my own hands, offered with a heart that hopes, foolishly perhaps, for your approval… and maybe, one day, your love.