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Lyra’s POV "Three days, Kurtis. We have three days to plan the biggest party of our lives," I said, pacing around the room, phone in hand. Kurtis smirked from the bed, watching me with those playful eyes. "Baby girl, you’re stressing yourself out for no reason. We’ve got this." "Easy for you to say," I shot back, turning to face him. "You’re not the one handling the guest list, the catering, the decorations... and the pressure to make everything perfect." "Hey, I’m handling Brody. That’s a full-time job in itself," Kurtis teased, leaning back against the headboard. "Besides, you’ve got that magic touch. Everyone’s already going to be impressed." I let out a deep sigh, shaking my head. "It’s not about impressing people. I just want everything to feel right. For us." Kurtis got up, wal