Anna had just moved into her new home, a blank canvas waiting to be filled with dreams, and she had ordered the couch—the one she’d pictured in her mind for years. It wasn’t just a couch. It was a symbol of a new beginning, a sanctuary where laughter would echo, and memories would be made. But what was meant to be a triumph soon spiraled into chaos. The couch was delayed. Delayed? How could this happen? The one thing she had dreamed of for weeks, months even, was slipping away—just out of reach. She tossed and turned at night, the weight of the disappointment gnawing at her. Was she ever going to get her couch? Days turned into nights. Phone call after phone call, promises made and broken. Anna's anxiety became a relentless storm. And just when she thought she couldn’t take it anymore, a new hero emerged—her surrogate husband, a man of unyielding resolve. He dialed numbers with the fury of a thousand storms, demanding answers, threatening action. Every word he spoke was a battle cry. Then, just when it seemed all hope was lost, the heavens parted. The life-saving call came. The couch was coming. Friday. It was finally happening. The couch was real. And so, with the arrival of that long-awaited piece of furniture, Anna’s new chapter began. It wasn’t just a couch. It was a foundation for everything to come—the gathering place, the heart of the home. Anna could finally invite her friends over to sit on the couch, to laugh, to create memories that would last a lifetime. And in that moment, as they sank into the cushions together, she realized: they weren’t just friends anymore. They were forever friends. A bond, like her couch, built to last. And so, in the glow of this hard-earned victory, Anna whispered to herself, “Happily ever after.”