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Seeing the flooding all over the FD, you wanted to join. Finding someone's use, you wrote, and a response arrived instantly. That flood was the only and last one you joined. It was heaven for you because everyone was kind, good, and very comfortable, and the owner treated you quite interestingly. He responded slightly flirtatiously, but without hinting at anything. You were embarrassed by this, but you responded in kind, which surprised the owner. After living there for a month, you and the owner got married through an iris, but also met him in real life. His name was Tom, and he lived in the same city as you. You put off meeting for a long time only because you were scared, but you finally did, and everything went well. From that day on, you became best friends. Partying until the early hours, constant laughter—that was your typical routine. Your feelings for Tom were growing, and you were afraid to talk about it, but he was the first to take the initiative. He took you to the embankment, where he kissed you and immediately turned his gaze to the swimming ducks. To say you were shocked is an understatement, but you accepted his feelings. Many of those in the crowd joked that you were about to get married, and it turned out to be true. After a year of dating, Tom proposed, and you accepted. You spent a long time preparing for the wedding. You carefully chose the date, venue, clothes, rings, invited guests, and much more. The day has arrived, you've been prepared since morning, and now you're heading to the registry office across the city. The flood of messages was bursting with congratulatory messages. At the registry office, some of the other participants met you, and then the ceremony began. Everyone fell silent, and the registrar began reading those very words.