Some dreams come true
Published Monday, August 09, 2004 by PPQ | E-mail this post
Everything was just perfect.
From the globed blush pink peonies, the painfully co-ordinated pink bridesmaid dresses and ties for the men, to the antique lace on the bride's dress and veil.
The groom looked at ease and bursting with pride, and the bride was just ecstatic.
The church ceremony was sentimental but not sickly, and the reception was held in a villa nestled in the hills of Lucca, surrounded by olive groves and vineyards. The blistering heat from earlier in the day was forgotten thanks to the cool breeze on that hill and the breath taking view.
And later on that evening, even the full moon was gracious even to turn itself pink as if it knew the bride's favourite colour.
Some dreams
do come true.
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