The tiara was ready to go. In the meantime, the girl of my dreams continued to keep her eyes down, her flashed cheeks and trembling moist lips adding to her charm. Her hands wrestled each other in her lap.
A gust of wind flew the tiara just above her head, kept it there for a while, awaiting for the anointing blessing of a higher authority and then lowered it down and rested on the girl’s forehead. Waves of emotion came flooding into my consciousness, as if I witnessed the coronation of my soul mate and queen!
I simply couldn’t take my eyes off her. I forced myself to stop blinking until tears filled up my eyes. I was afraid that those magical moments, infused with the rare fragrance of pure love, might vanish into thin air never to come back.
The girl raised her eyes slowly. The sereni
