The Wedding Day
The morning broke clear. A blue sky stretched wide and open, the kind of blue that felt like a blessing. By noon, the Pearl Villa garden had turned into something else entirely. Yesterday it was just grass and hedges. Today it was a Christian wedding scene — white silk draped over wooden arches, flowers twisting around beams, rows of chairs in clean lines, each tied with pale ribbons.
The altar sat at the far end under an arch heavy with roses and lilies. A wooden cross rose behind it, polished oak shining faintly in the light. Lanterns waited quietly on either side, ready to glow once evening came. Every corner had been thought of — a fountain dressed with petals, the aisle sprinkled with blooms, the whole air thick with perfume and the faint tug of food being cooked.
