PyotrI took the last two days off to enjoy some time with my family. Yulia was ecstatic to see the city and only my mother prevented her from settling into my apartment for good, forcing her to go back to the hotel.We went out to dinner so that Mary could get to know all the women in my life better, and then I escorted them back to the hotel. The next day, my fiancée went out with my sisters, and I spent the day with my mother. I introduced her to all the places I like to go, and showed her the apartment where we would be living from next week on, after we returned from our honeymoon. Mary and I only met again on Friday, during the wedding rehearsal. I could not remember ever seeing her so beautiful. She was wearing a white lacy dress and her hair was loose, as I liked it. From there we would go to the rehearsal dinner, which would be held near the docks. The Navruz's would bring Mary, and I would bring my family. This dinner would be a smaller event than the wedding, but Omar

PyotrI took my family back to the hotel and stayed with them for a while before going back to my apartment. They would leave on Sunday and I would no longer be here. Today was my last day in the apartment. Libby was with Jacob, who had committed to taking care of my dog while I was gone. His absence made the place seem lifeless.I took a shower and went to bed, imagining how things would be in a few days, when Mary and I returned from the Caribbean. The fact that there is always someone to interrupt us must be some kind of sign, one that I cannot ignore.Once again I couldn't sleep, and today I wouldn't dare call Mary. I stayed up all night, deciding to read a book to try to force the day to come faster. Sleep came as the first rays of sunlight appeared on the horizon.I awoke once again to the doorbell that rang continuously. I felt completely exhausted. What time is it?I answered the door to find Simon standing in the hallway, wearing a white shirt and bow tie, holding his jack

MaryBut the tranquility didn't last that long; my father got excited about introducing me to all his friends, and every now and then someone appeared to congratulate us. In the end, I took advantage of Pyotr's distraction with his own family, and went back to the terrace, in search of some air.The place was deserted, amazingly enough. I guess everyone was enjoying the air conditioning and escaping the hot sun. I walked to the small ornamental pool around the altar and after a brief consideration, I removed my shoes, carefully sitting on the edge and placing my feet in the cool water. I shouldn't do this, but I wasn't really caring that much about protocols at that moment. I just wanted to feel at peace. I really did get married. I am responsible for my life. Well, not that I wasn't before, but now I can no longer call my mother every time I screw up. I watched St. Patrick's enjoying the silence for a moment until I heard some footsteps approaching. Footsteps that I knew all to

MaryWe returned to the hotel just after lunch and Pyotr suggested that we stay for a while in the common area, but I insisted on going back to the room to send a message to my parents.He accompanied me, after I promised that we could leave soon. The room was perfectly arranged. Peter sat on the edge of the pool while I typed a quick message to my mother, letting her know that we arrived safely and that the place was beautiful." Hey Peter, let's take a picture? " I proposed." A picture? " He arched his eyebrow, "What for?”" We're a honeymooning couple, have you forgotten? " I rolled my eyes " It would be weird if we didn't have pictures.”" Take your cell phone," he suggested, "We can take pictures on the island.”" That's good," I approached him, "but I want one of the Pitons.”" Here?”" It'll be quick," I pleaded, "I won't ask you for more.”" Just one," he relented, getting up and walking over to the guardrail beside the pool, leaning his back against the glass.I stood in fro

MaryPyotr and I were sitting on the hotel terrace, watching the sunset. That was our last night on the island, we were leaving for New York in the morning, and we were enjoying our last moments there.During the honeymoon I discovered that Peter aroused feelings in me that I had never imagined. He makes me laugh, he makes me shiver, he makes me feel extraordinary. In the last few months, I had been getting to know a part of him that no one else knew. The way he likes to take care of people, how he is always willing to help, how he pays attention to things I say, and how his sense of humor is unique, and always willing to laugh at my silliness. All these qualities make me not want to stay away from him anymore. And that worried me. " Peter.”" Yes, Mary," he answered, watching the sun hide behind the Pitons." May I ask you a question? " I took a sip of the Sunrise Tequila I was holding." Sure.”" It's personal," I warned." No problem." He looked at me curiously." If you don't wan