Chapter 5
Duchy of Aragoni
Marco
DANI AND I SLEPT late Sunday morning as did our guests, and Lucia somehow managed to keep the boys much quieter than usual. We combined a late breakfast with an early lunch and, dressed in our wedding finery, arrived at St. Mary’s Anglican Cathedral with half an hour to spare. As cathedrals go, the building wasn’t very impressive—it was basically a good-sized Anglican church that had been elevated to cathedral status in recent years. Despite its proximity to and historic ties with Italy, Aragoni was not predominantly Roman Catholic, primarily because there were so many residents from other countries who’d established churches to accommodate their own beliefs and needs.
“Father, you’re going to outshine the bride,” I said when I walked into the anteroom
