Franco
I'm surprised at how quickly they organized everything. It seems as if they had spent a lot of time preparing this beautiful wedding. I can't deny that everything has been very lovely.
I ask Lily for a moment to go to the bathroom, and deliberately, I linger a bit. I stand in the hallway, which is a little away from the reception area, and hide for a moment in the shadows.
From a distance, I see everyone laughing, dancing, or simply chatting animatedly at my wedding, but I feel like a stranger.
While I'm like this, in silence, assimilating what happened this afternoon, I see my wife walking this way. It seems she's looking for me, but before she gets close to where I am, my friend's son reaches her.
"Lily!" He shouts a little too loudly, and she stops and turns to look at him.
