"No. Well -- yeah, maybe. You're my financee now, not my girlfriend, but that's just a word. Words like that aren't magic." Other words are, obviously, but not those. Connor twists in his seat so Sophie can cuddle onto his lap , and reaches up with the flowers to see if they'll reach all the way around yet. Not yet. He plucks another. "There's nothing magical about weddings by themselves, either, it just feels special. So I guess tonight feels special."