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Wedding
It was two years before we finally got married. I had a dream in mind, but between work and, well, the rest of the world, it took a while to pull the pieces together.
Now, here I was, on my grandmother’s yacht, doing my makeup with Gigi by my side. I could feel the ocean breeze, warm and sweet, coming in from the nearby window. I closed my eyes for a moment, taking in the calm. This place truly was paradise.
The bridal suite was the main bedroom, an elaborately decorated space on the top floor with a window overlooking the back of the boat. Giovanna, in her red lace bridesmaid dress, brushed my long black hair.
I was wearing the same white dress with black lace that my mother had married my father in. Yes, the “cow” dress. However, unlike my mother, I was absolutely not pre
