Marco

As the gentle evening sea breeze blows, friends and family are all seated, awaiting Valentina’s entrance and just like yesterday, I recall how I first got married under very unpleasant circumstances, with my parents absent due to their hatred for Valentina and Giovanni, Miss Sofia, and Valentina’s friends being the only ones present at the gathering.

Today we renew our vows under a different atmosphere, with everyone genuinely happy for us.

I watch my world walk down the walkway alongside Nonna and Miss Sofia, with Chiara behind, as the orchestra performs a beautiful solo instrumental. Dreams do come true, although most times, one must be resilient.

I smile, eager to have this whole process over and done with so I can officially claim her as my lawfully wedded wife.

“Hi, beautiful,” I mouth, to which she responds with a smile.

“Welcome to this auspicious occasion, everyone. We are gathered here for two lovely people who want to renew their vows once again,” the priest announces, picki