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Sienna
I walk down the wide staircase to the hotel lobby, where I'd told Natalie I'd meet her this morning. I head toward the door that leads to the sprawling garden outside. The space separates the main hotel from the large pool house where last night's reception had been held.
A man walks by, his arms full of fragrant flowers. He walks out the door and toward the far end of the garden where Natalie is. She directs him to place the flowers in one of the large vases next to her.
It’s an outdoor wedding.
In front are rows of large pillows, set out on colorful blankets, as well as massive cushions, with little glass mirrors that catch the sun.
The entire space feels set up for a relaxed evening among friends instead of a wedding. Different from the setting last night.
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