Marco:
The party took place in the garden, under a sky that seemed painted especially for us—blue sprinkled with pink clouds, as if God himself were a romantic artist. Long tables covered with white cloths displayed mountains of food: Rosa's famous pasta, of course, but also pies, salads, fruits, and a three-tiered wedding cake decorated with sugar flowers that the little old ladies had spent an entire week making.
The music came from a trio of guitars in the corner, playing soft songs that invited you to dance without hurry. Children ran between adults' legs, long-time guests gathered in groups, and Fiona paraded among the tables with the air of being the true hostess of the party.
I was in the middle of it all, with Alice by my side, feeling the sun on my skin and my heart so full it
