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Abigail greeted the final wedding guest, showing her to Ilario’s aisle. All eighty were in attendance and busy chatting to one another, keeping the noise level to a din. She nudged Scott and glanced at the gold watch her business partners bought her as a gift. “It’s time.”
Scott took his cell phone out and dialled the number. “It’s time. We’re ready.”
Taking her seat at the back next to Scott, Abigail looked behind her and waved to Elise, Rachel and the girls, who were all wearing black trousers and white blouses, ready to serve drinks and food to the masses.
Leaning forward, Scott lifted up a mobile stereo and hit the play button.
Mendelssohn’s Wedding March started playing and from behind a tree, Fabiana appeared, wearing the loveliest white dress Abigail had ever seen, with a la
