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Faust

I married her in the vineyards.

As she bonded with me for eternity, the rows of plants, my family's legacy, stretched out to honor us. Francesca was barefoot, wearing the cream Celestina dress I had picked out for her when we thought she would marry my son. It was tight in the chest, thanks to the pregnancy, but it still fit otherwise. A simple bouquet of white roses and lilies rested in her hands, while a delicate crown made of lilies of the valley and grape leaves sat atop her head, blonde hair long and loose down her back.

She has never been more beautiful.

We repeated our vows before the small group gathered to witness the ceremony. My family and their sisters were here, along with Emilia and Vincenzo. Tommaso was invited and brought a Lamborghini.

Days ago, when I gave her my mother's ring, I started the marriage paperwork with the government. So even though today felt like a surprise for my fiancée, I had been planning it for a while. After the ceremony, we were married in