One Hundred Six

Dante

I marry her in the on the estate in the vineyards.

As she binds herself to me for eternity, the rows of plants, my family's legacy, stretch out to honor us. Isabella is barefoot, wearing the Celestina cream gown I chose for her. A simple bouquet of white roses and lilies restin her hands, while a delicate crown made from lilies of the valley and grape leaves sit atop her head, black hair long and loose down her back.

She has never looked more beautiful.

We repeat our vows in front of the small group gathered to witness the ceremony. My small family and hers are here, along with Rita and the estate staff that has been Isabella's comfort while she lived here.

Days ago, when I gave her my mother's ring, I started the marriage paperwork with the government. So though today seems like a surprise to my bride, I have been planning it for a while. After the ceremony we will be wed in the eyes of man and God, until one of us leaves this earth.