Soft romantic music from the five-piece orchestra floated in the air as Callea marched the path walk to the makeshift alter under the giant acacia tree at Villa Celesta. Her white lace gown that was imported from Paris turned into gold as the sun sets. It was reminiscent of her great grandmother’s wedding gown. Each step she made, the light posts and the fairy lights lighted up on each side of the path walk.
Deive was smiling as he laid his hand when she reached the altar. Only a few were in attendance during their wedding at Villa Celesta. A few close friends and family were enough. Marina was her maid of honor and it was her first time to wear a gown. The engagement party didn’t push through but Deive made sure that the wedding would move forward much earlier than before.
“Deive, your
