Chapter 104. Wedding

Carlos is amazing, and he is very much like a father, one I never had, as my own father, Gino, who raised me, was always so angry.

"I'm guessing they explained the significance of blue, which is why this dress?" Carlos glances down at the dress I am wearing, I do love this dress.

"No, I picked it, then they told me," I say, watching as he tilts his head.

"Blue isn't a colour many would pick for a wedding dress if they didn't know the meaning." He points to the flowers. "How about those?" He asks, waiting for me to explain about the flowers.

"What about them?" Is there something wrong with the flowers? I feel myself panicking. Surely someone would have told me if they were a bad choice.

"I'm asking if they spoke to you about the flowers, or were they just something you were drawn to?"

"I just liked the colour. They are not too bright but still colourful." The flowers, I believe the woman called Plumeria, are yellow and white. Th