Epilogue
A sweet smelling breeze touched Ro's cheek as she turned to look at the sunrise over the ocean. Her dress lifted and seemed to float as she moved towards the altar. There were no flamingos like in her dreams of Mexico, but the pink in the sky was the same color as those tropical birds. Just like in her dreams, the turquoise water, pristine and clear, shone brilliantly and winked in the morning light.
But this was not a dream.
Her father, dressed in the same sand colored shorts and white gauze shirt as Winston and the groomsmen, looked a little pale and out of place compared to her and Winston, and all of the locals who were present. Still, he was bursting with pride and Ro was thrilled that he and her mother, and the rest of her family, had made it all the way to Playa del Carm
