The marriage ceremony was held in a small garden opposite an orphanage, an open-air venue resplendent with an endless sea of flowers.
This was the very place where Ricky had found Alla, the location of their initial encounter, the birthplace of their love, the genesis of their serendipity.
Ricky had enlisted help to guard the vicinity of the garden, permitting no one to approach, and had also commissioned individuals to meticulously adorn the garden.
The red carpet was saturated with bright, vibrant rose petals, leading from the garden's exterior right up to the terrace where the wedding was to be held.
Holding ninety-nine roses and a diamond ring, he sat in his wheelchair, patiently awaiting the approach of the girl from his youth.
Alla raced along the red carpet up to the entrance of the small garden. Only then did she release her skirt hem, deeply inhaling to steady her tumultuous emotions.
