The Weight of Forever

Dante

The noise of the night faded in layers.

Laughter blurred into music. Music into voices. Voices into echoes drifting somewhere beyond the walls of the estate. Even the champagne fizz seemed to soften, as though it too respected the moment, retreating back into silence.

All that was left was her.

Vittoria.

My wife.

The word had weight. Not the weight of a ring, or paper, or vows uttered beneat