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I married her in the vineyards.
As she binds herself to me for eternity, the rows of plants, my family's legacy, stretch out to honor us. Ivanna is barefoot, wearing the Celestina cream gown I'd chosen for her back when we thought she would marry my son.
Thanks to her pregnancy, it is tight in the chest but still fits otherwise. A simple bouquet of white roses and lilies rests in her hands, while a delicate crown made from lilies of the valley and grape leaves sits atop her head, blonde hair long and loose down her back.
She's never looked more beautiful.
We repeat our vows before the small group gathered to witness the ceremony. My family and her sisters were here, along with Emilia and Vincent. Tommaso was invited, and he brought Lamborghini.
