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Chapter 29

Angela

Istoodinaweas I watched the result of all the months of meticulous planning unfold before my eyes.

Caterina's wedding day had finally arrived and was a sight to behold.

The venue was adorned with cascading flowers, delicate fairy lights, and an air of anticipation that permeated every corner.

Caterina, resplendent in her exquisite white gown, radiated happiness as she walked down the aisle.

Her smile was contagious, spreading joy to everyone in attendance.

Dante and Isabella stood proudly by her side, their eyes brimming with pride and adoration.

It was a shame that their father passed away before he could witness his daughter get married.

As the couple exchanged their vows, promising to love and cherish each other forever, tears rose in my eyes.

It was a testament to the enduring power of love, and my heart swelled with happiness for Caterina and her chosen partner.

The ceremony blended Italian tradition beautifully, such as throwing sugar-coated almond confetti at the newlyweds as they exited the church.

According to Dante, the confetti symbolizes fertility, prosperity, and good luck for the couple.

After the ceremony, the festivities continued with a lavish reception.

The ballroom shimmered with elegance, laughter and lively conversation filling the air.

I was surrounded by friends and family, their joy and excitement infectious.

This was my first time attending an Italian wedding reception, which was amazing!

I secretly wished I could attend more in the future because they were known for their abundance of delicious food and wine.

Multiple courses were served, starting with antipasti which were appetizers, followed by pasta dishes, main courses, and desserts.

Each course was accompanied by carefully selected wines.

With the extravagant reception, I couldn't tell if this was how Italians usually celebrated their weddings or if it displayed Dante's wealth and affection for his older sister.

Either way, it was spectacular, and if it made me secretly wonder what my wedding with Dante would be like in the future, there was no one to bear witness to my thoughts.

As the reception events continued, my attention was drawn away from the bustling crowd and redirected toward a more subtle interaction.

I noticed Vito, Dante's loyal confidant and a close friend, conversing with Jessie, my dearest and most trusted friend.

There was an undeniable energy between them, an unspoken connection that lingered in the air.

I observed their subtle exchanges, the way their gazes met and held for a moment longer than necessary.

Their smiles seemed to carry an extra hint of warmth, and the occasional touch of their hands appeared more deliberate than accidental.

It was as if a magnetic force drew them closer together, weaving an invisible thread between their hearts.

A mix of emotions washed over me as I processed what I witnessed.

On the one hand, I felt a surge of excitement for the possibility of two people finding a connection amidst the chaos of life, especially when one of the people was my best friend.

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