Marcello stood on the balcony watching the people downstairs in the garden, talking, laughing and eating. Each person looks elegant and sophisticated in the wedding color navy.
The garden had been wonderfully decorated with white roses, Jasmine, tulips and peonies. It was like a floral sea of white, something he doubted his brother would've consented to.
It was probably the bride's idea...and speaking of the bride, he had missed her entrance while taking a shower, and now he was curious to see her.
However, he figured that sooner or later his brother was going to introduce him to the girl who had him under a spell because it was ridiculous to think that Lorenzo would acknowledge that there was something called Love nor even consider loving someone.
He kept scanning the area, searching for someone, a lovely brunette with enchanting eyes to be precise. Celeste.
