Vows

Amalia stood motionless at the heavy wooden doors of the chapel. Her fingers dug into the green stems of her bridal bouquet, fighting a wave of sudden nerves. She couldn't stop her eyes from straying down the long, red-carpeted aisle to the man waiting at the altar. Valerio Castiglione wasn't wearing a standard black suit and tie. He wore a tailored, royal blue tuxedo. He had dressed up for her, m