“Alessandro”

As I walked to the altar arm in arm with Mari, I realized that Catarina had thought of every detail of the ceremony. There were wooden and iron garden benches for the guests and huge vases of colorful tulips adorning the entrance hall. There was a wooden table at the altar and behind it, a portico decorated with white fabric and tulips. When I got to the altar, I looked at the first empty bench in front of me and saw the photos of my father and mother in silver-framed portraits, wi