In pursuit of the perfect wedding, part II

The breeze blowing in from the river cooled us down from the intense sun of the afternoon. Santi paced up and down the rotunda at the little peninsula overlooking the Port of Brisbane, joking with his “brother”, his oldest friend who had just flown in from Mexico and with his father, a friendly but reserved older man in a light coloured suit. Santi’s powerful shoulders filled out his white tux, his tanned olive skin contrasting with the ivory tones of the jacket. His gleaming teeth bared in a wide smile, he hugged everybody in sight.

Santi wielded a handycam as if he’d been born with it attached to his hand. He filmed conversations, the wind blowing in the trees and even blades of grass as they wilted in the heat. Finally, at the top of the hill next to Newstead house, a golden skirt appeared. Santi strode over to the rotunda. He re-arranged his parents and the chairs, taking his place to wait for Mira.

Her beautiful blonde tresses piled on top of her head, Mira slowly descended the hill, the very picture of happiness. Her gold satin dress accentuated her curves, her elegant walk enhanced by the swishing of her hooped dress. Looking at her did your heart good, even though you knew she was secretly pining for a cigarette.

Her best friend played the clarinet from a stage set next to the rotunda, accompanying her gait. As she reached the rotunda, Santi’s face glowed brighter with every step she took.
Once she had reached his side, Mira’s father released her arm and placed it on Santi’s proferred elbow. The marriage celebrant approached and the comedy of errors began.