Elisa D´Angelo
Stavros stood up on the stage, Akasha beside him, both regal and standing tall. He was wearing a pristine black tuxedo with a silver bow, and she was wearing a silver gown that seemed to have been made by moonbeams themselves. Her dress was a work of art, of embroidery and crystals, worthy of a true queen.
“We have gathered here tonight under our mother, the Moon, to receive her blessing. It is tradition that she created us in pairs, and that when the time comes, we will find each other and unite again. The fated bonds and those that we choose to create will receive her blessing. We ask our Mother to look upon us and to bring us together in this magnificent event, a night for love, for encounters, for destiny.” Starvos said, and I took a deep breath.
This ceremony had
