The wedding was lavish affair, held at a private estate looking over the rolling hills of Italy. The air was filled with the scent of fresh flowers and the sound of classic music played softly in the background. Kleia stood at the entrance of the grand hall, trust in an exquisite wide gown that made her feel like a princess. Her heart pounded in her chest, not from nerves but from a sense of peace she never experienced before.
Vito was standing at the altar, his back straight, his face sat in the familiar, calm expression she had to come to know and love, but when he turned and saw her walking down the, his face softened, his eyes lighting up and away she never seen before.
Her breath got caught in her throat. In that moment, everything else faded into the background. All the worries, the fear, the challenges, they were not in compared to what was in front of her now. Vito was her future and she was his.
As she reached the altar , Vito took her hands in his, his touch warm and steady. There was no words needed between them. Their eyes spoke volumes.
