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Angelina,

to Signor Paolo Castelli

at the Villa Borghese

Six weeks later Gian Lorenzo joined a thousand guests in the grounds of the Villa Borghese It soon becanor Porcelli was deter that not only she, but everyone else present, would never forget

The setting in the Borghese Gardens, perched on one of the seven hills overlooking Roround, was the stuff of fairytales Gian Lorenzo strolled around the grounds, ad up with old friends and contemporaries, some of whom he had not seen since his school days Some twenty minutes before the cere blue coats tri the throng They invited the guests to take their seats in the rose garden as the wedding ceremony was about to commence

Gian Lorenzo joined a large crowd as they made their way toward a recently constructed stand with an elevated see with an altar as its centerpiece; not unlike a football ground where a different form of worship takes place on a Saturday afternoon His connoisseurs eye took in theby the number of beautiful women, dressed in clothes that he suspected had never been worn before, and in soain They were coantly dressed men in tailcoats and white shirts, with only different colored ties and cravats to suggest the peacock in them Gian Lorenzo looked around to find that he was surrounded by leading politicians, captains of industry, actors, socialites, as well as many of Paolo’s old teammates

The next actor to take his place on the stage was Paolo himself, accompanied by his best man Gian Lorenzo kneas a well-known footballer, but couldn’t recall his narass path and onto the pitch, Gian Lorenzo understood only too omen could not take their eyes off the man

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Paolo walked up onto the stage, took his place on the right of the altar and waited to be joined by his bride

A forty-piece string orchestra, al the trees behind the altar, struck up the opening chords of Mendelssohn’s Wedding March A thousand guests rose froressed slowly up the thick grass carpet on the arm of her proud father

“What a beautiful dress,” said the lady standing in front of Gian Lorenzo He nodded his agree at the yards of Persian silk that forelina, didn’t express the one thought that must have been on everyone’s elina’s face was that of a bride displaying total content toward the man she adored, aware that many of the women present would have been only too happy to take her place

As Angelina clie, the boards creaked Her future husband smiled as he took a pace forward to join his bride They both turned to face Cardinal Montagni, the Archbishop of Naples One or two guests failed to stifle a smile when the cardinal turned to Paolo and inquired, “Do you take this woman to be your laedded wife, for better for worse, for richer for poorer ”

Once bride and grooether in holyGarden, to join a thousand other guests for dinner A feast followed that began with chane and truffle risotto, and ended with chocolate souffle and a Chateau d’Yquem Gian Lorenzo could barely move by the time Paolo rose to reply to his best man’s speech

“I am the happiestbride “I have found the ideal woman for me, and I am only too aware that I must be the envy of every bachelor present” A sentiree with, but he quickly banished the ungracious thought from his mind Paolo continued, “You knoas the first suitor to win Angelina’s heart No longer will I have to search for the perfect woman because I have found her Please rise and joinrose as one and toasted, “Angelina” One or two even el”

After the speeches were over, the dancing began to yet another band—this time one that had been flown in froelina had once mentioned to Papa that she liked jazz