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The reception was under the stars on Billy and Illiana’s estate grounds. It wasn't that cold, but there were heated lamps all over to help keep the guests warm.
Anthony and I sat for two hours in chairs like a Queen and King as a line of well-wishers came and introduced themselves as they gave Anthony envelopes, which he told me would be full of money.
“Are you serious? All these people are going to give us money? We don’t really need it, right? Couldn’t they give it to someone who does?”
“It’s a show of respect. If you like, we can donate it all, or we can put it into your business.”
“Maybe we could build an area for people who can’t afford to eat to come and sit for a sweet treat and coffee? Some of the funds could go to that, and the rest we can donate to some women’
