‘Ok, tell me about this wedding.’ Luke relented sensitively. He watched as she crafted, admiring her passion and talent.
‘Si, they are a local couple, I went to school with them. They are so in love; it makes me want to cry. They’re having a big wedding, so I must get these arrangements over to the church. Afterwards, they will have a party in the village square, it’s a local tradition. These smaller arrangements are for the tables. And these…’ Mia gently held up an exuberant exotic arrangement, ‘are the bride’s flowers.’
As she stood there holding them, he imagined that it was Mia herself who was the bride, his bride and that felt curiously natural and good. How proud and elated he would be if she was walking towards him down the aisle....
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