October wedding dream
Autumn weddings in Puglia are so amazing. The summer season has not yet completely let go and the...
Accompanying the bride on the occasion of the choice of dress does not fall within the tasks of the event organizer but when my brides ask me I never say no, I always perceive it as an honor to be a spectator of this magic.
The Choice, not by chance I write it with a capital S, is an intimate, magical moment that often triggers alchemy and particular emotions.
Yesterday was my bride on June 23rd the protagonist of this indescribable afternoon, incredible for a whole series of reasons that I will tell you shortly.
Paola’s entourage was not very numerous: mother, mother-in-law, sister and nephew.
All women ready at 6pm to cross the threshold of a famous atelier in the Brindisi area.
We were welcomed and followed by an amazing assistant, a very sweet girl with a very evident passion for her work. She immediately put everyone at ease, a bride in her head who started wearing the clothes she had previously selected.
The fashion show that followed was a sight for the eyes, I don’t think I’m partisan but 100% objective without a denial, my bride is tremendously beautiful and anything she wears is a success.
The first, the second dress, the third and so on up to the fifth. The second seems to convince her but she would like to change something. I think inside me that the right dress has yet to come. I see her reflected in the mirror as she evaluates the pros and cons, she scrutinizes carefully no detail escapes her and at that moment I take the photo of this post.
It is beautiful in its indecision, the wrinkled forehead that reveals all the questions that follow one another in his head.
There is still a dress to try the sixth: up to that moment, mother and mother-in-law occasionally throw a little comment but the mother seems to wait for something.
Caterina brings the last dress into the dressing room, they take a while to get ready and here is that Paola puts a foot out of the tent on the catwalk. He does not have time to appear completely and my gaze rests on his mother, he lights up, a huge smile appears on her face: “I shiver exclaims!” And shows us the hairs of his forearm in celebration.
Mom is always right, Paola will choose dress number 6 on day 3.
For lovers of numerology who knows what it will mean to me that I am, for obvious reasons, a lover of the number 3 yesterday was simply a perfect day.
But I will have to give a chance also to the number 4 because this morning a message from the mother of the bride has filled my heart and convinced more and more that I have the honor of doing the most beautiful job in the world.