‘I love it,’ said Abenaa. ‘Absolutely magnificent.’
‘It is a bit toy land for my taste,’ commented Brush as he got out and started to walk toward the front entrance.
‘A fun place to get married, I think,’ said Glenda as she caught up with him.
Brush stopped and looked at her. Her strawberry hair contrasted dramatically with the green vines growing over the adjacent buildings. Her light skin, freckles, the nearly invisible strawberry blond eyebrows, barely noticeable above her golden eyes, captivated him as they always had. He looked at the church with its alternating rosy-red and white stripes. Small delicate spires sprouted in dozens of places.
‘After you, beautiful. Let’s find our guys first,’ he said winking.
They walked up the steps to two oversized doors. An image of a priest hun
