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"Do you Stefano Amalfi, take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife?"
"I do," I say immediately.
He turns to Amelia. "Do you, Amelia Ricardi, take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband?"
"I do." She says grinning from ear to ear. Looking more radiant than the summer sun.
"Then, I now pronounce you husband and wife. Stefano, you may kiss your bride."
I don't waste a second. I step towards her, grab her in my arms, and tilt her backward, pressing my lips against hers, claiming her, sealing our marriage, forging our future in stone.
I hear Elle shouting with delight behind us and feel the petals that she's thrown over us.
Amelia giggles against my lips and I pull her upright again.
Her cheeks are flushed red from excitement.
I slip my hand through hers and turn to take Elle's hand too. She bounces over to me and the three of us walk down the aisle together.
After photos and congratulations and more flower petals being thrown at us we walk towards the reception where our guests are now waiting.
"What happens now?" Elle asks excitedly.
"Now - we have a big party and eat lots of nice food."
"No silly. You got it wrong." She says to me, disappointed and shaking her head.
"Oh, what did I get wrong?"
"Ask me."
"Ask you what?" I know my brows in confusion.
"Ask me what happens now, Dad." She huffs.
"Oh, what happens now, Elle?"
She throws her hands in the air, spins around so that her dress flares out around her, and shouts. "And now we live happily ever after."
I pack up laughing, lean down, and scoop her into my arms.
"Oh my word, how could I get that wrong? I can't believe I didn't get it right."
"I know." She giggles as I tickle her.
"But I still want a party and nice food."
Amelia lifts Elle from my arms and snuggles against her. "Ice cream for dinner?"
"Ice cream for dinner." Elle squeals and wiggles free. "I'm going to the dance floor." She shouts as she runs off.
I hold my hand out towards Amelia again. "My beautiful wife, may I have this dance?"
She slips her fingers between mine. "My gorgeous husband, it would be an honor to dance with you."
I lead her to the dance floor and pull her up against my body. The lights dim low and romantic music drifts around us. The room of guests is hushed as I move with my wife, swaying and dipping her, then pulling her back into my arms.
"I love you," I whisper against her ear when she is close to me.
