Everything was going splendid, the preparations, the atmosphere was friendly as I conversed with the planners, Marie was still in the kitchen trying new pastries and recipes for the menu, vowing not to leave the kitchen until she had gotten the best and perfect taste.
She was always so strong-headed and stubborn but that was one of the things I loved about her,
Even when I left Venice the time my parents died she still kept in touch coming to my school to see me, especially when I was a delinquent she would talk me out of it, and then we would do it together,
She was always an amazing person, but she had never kept someone close to her heart, most times short flames that quench off when she was tired of it,
I'm not one to judge since this is my most stable relationship, even with the
