With one hand on top of the other, she sat with a rigid back and tensed shoulders. Elena watched with eyes of dread at the happy affair before her. It was her wedding day but the bride was far from being the one filled with overwhelming joy. The plate filled with Salmon ravioli with asparagus and fresh cherry tomatoes glared back at her, in utter disdain. She hadn’t taken even a tiny bite of the food. Next to the fish dish, sat a smaller plate whose beef carpaccio with rocket and sauce citron Ette, was still untouched. Fine Italian cuisine onboard a Spanish luxury liner.
“I gotta admit it, Ele.” Mel spoke, taking a hearty bite of the ravioli. “The Bishops sure know to party.”
Elena didn’t reply. Didn’t want to. There weren’t any words to be uttered when a heart had been splintered into t
