‘Yes, I know. Felicia had quite a lot of them and after every formal luncheon, she would sit on pins as to whether they made an impression or not’.
‘I could have stayed there to look at them for hours. I remembered Raoul was waiting. I climbed back up to the living room. The toast was taking its time. A photographer was again having problems with his camera lens. I searched for Raoul. He was talking with Simona at the veranda. I didn’t want to disturb. I sent the tray over with a waiter. I saw her. She gave him her glass. She was laughing…
‘What happened then?’
‘The toast commenced. Komninos beckoned to the orchestra to stop, took Sana by her hand and called Raoul to join them. The waiter brought the tray with the glasses the groom and bride-to-be would drink from. White crystal with a
