Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 75793 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 379(@200wpm)___ 303(@250wpm)___ 253(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75793 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 379(@200wpm)___ 303(@250wpm)___ 253(@300wpm)
Flowers have been strewn along the steps of the property to the water’s edge where we will marry and when the violinist begins to play a version of the wedding march, I turn to watch Horatio step onto the sand and beside him stands my bride. My beautiful bride.
I smile, my heart full to overflowing, the only bitterness on this sweet day is that my mother couldn’t be here to witness it.
Ophelia begins to walk toward me. She’s barefoot, wearing a simple white dress, her hair loose, the curls wild in the sea air, big glasses on her face, her lips a glistening peach, those honey-colored eyes wide and brimming with tenderness. With love.
When she gets to me, I take her from Horatio, who sets his hand on my shoulder and squeezes. He nods and smiles.
Ophelia and I turn to Father Emiliano as the violin quiets, and just as he begins the ceremony, something catches my eye.
I look up and Ophelia glances at me, then follows my gaze and we watch as, out of nowhere, a white feather floats down from the sky and lands right inside Ophelia’s outstretched hand.