After the celebrations at the reception, Gia and Gilbert bade their family members a warm farewell and got into their designated white limousine parked among other limousines at the venue of the reception. Their chauffeur, an older man; well-mannered and warm-hearted drove off, heading to the Airport where Gia and Gilbert would catch a flight to Paris for their honeymoon.
Head on Gilbert’s chest, Gia chortled merrily. She could already see herself in Paris, standing on the balcony of Hotel du Champ de Mars, looking at the glistening lights of Paris at night since the view was most beautiful during the night. Gia smiled; her imagination adding Gilbert into her picturesque reverie. She could see him join her on the balcony with an embrace from the back, wrapping her into his warm body and
