Almost seven months after the events that threw Nadia into my arms, I was finally here. The suit felt a little strange, not uncomfortable, but too formal for me. I wore it because I was as good as my word and I wanted this all done right this time.
The chapel was decorated moderately. It was one of those places with all the fancy moldings and the stained-glass windows and the statues carved intricately and delicately already, so I didn’t see the point in adding in a bunch of unnecessary crap that would just make it look tacky. Nadia had agreed and I was grateful; it told me she wouldn’t be tacky chic or whatever with the home either.
We did have flowers added along the far edges of the pews and towards the front where I stood. And there were some thick fabrics hung deliberately between t
