The Wrong Teacup

When I walked in, the young nanny was debating the literary achievements of the Eight Great Masters of the Tang and Song with my fiancé. She got so worked up that she raised her hand and thumped him on the chest. “You’re the one who’s wrong!” The man was silent for two seconds before a low laugh slipped out. “Mm. I’m wrong. You’re right.” I stood behind them, looking down at the custom wedding invitation in my hand, suddenly at a loss. Because honestly… I really did like this design.