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   Chapter 38 Epilogue

Mr. Regnante By Serena B. Light Characters: 14898

Updated: 2018-10-18 10:31

The white blanket melted away, the evergreens and spruces scented the air with their new growth; the little streams rushed hither and thither as if they were joyfully caroling, birds sang and built everywhere. Children were out for wild flowers, and raced around like Deers.

It was a sunlit day, and the sky held a soft blue glow. Since the locale was in Tuscany, Italy, you could tell it was spring by seeing the green grass with specks of color from flowers like lavenders, roses, or asters. You could tell it was spring because the white coat of snow had melted from the sunlight. And you could tell it was spring because the trees had resurrected, and were standing tall with bright green leaves resting on the branches.

The grass is a soft green that almost has a hint of blue and in the sky is enough pristine white cloud to show you how beautiful the sky was, how perfect.

It was the perfect day for a wedding outside, one had to admit.

Neither one of the couple could believe this day had finally arrived.

One and a half year had gone by, and now it was finally time to tie the knot. Both Arcangelo and Rosalie had spent the last couple of months running all sorts of wedding errands. The theme, flowers, buffet, bride's maids, best men, guest, invitations, and the list went on.

But after everything, all the disagreements, the uncertainty, the anxiety, it was finally becoming a dream come true.

The sunlight streamed in through the bridal room windows, the light falling onto the meticulous makeup on Rosalie's face. The makeup done softly and giving her a natural look as it made her glow in the natural light, her sapphire eyes alight with joy and anticipation as she got fitted into her dress.

Her dress: a beautiful gown designed by the one and only Sophia Tolli, specifically for her.

It was an off-the-shoulder misty tulle, A-line gown with hand-beaded lace appliqué bodice that dropped at her waist with an exquisite keyhole back. Her hair was pulled into an elegant bun, decorated with a few pearls as her mother wound her Swarovski Crystals diamond necklace around her neck as she fit the matching earrings into place. Once the jewelry was in place, it was followed by the matching tiara headpiece holding her veil in place.

Inhaling deeply, she spun around, her tulle and veil flowing with the movement as her mother and bride's maids gasped.

"Dio mio!" Donna chucked as Rosalie smiled from ear to ear, her dream finally coming true. "Gorgeous! Absolutely gorgeous!"

"Mama..." She trailed with a soft smile, seeing her mother make an attempt to stop the tears.

Before she could continue, however, a knock sounded on the door. Glancing up, they watched Rosalie's father step into the room, his eyes moist with tears as his mouth formed a perfect o.

"Dad, "

"My little girl, " He chuckled, rubbing his eyes as he grinned at her. "A bride!"

"How do I look?"

"Like royalty."

A shy smile overcame Rosalie's face as she fixed her dress, her bride's maids helping her.

"Ready to go?"

"Yes!" She exclaimed, eagerly making her way to her father before she looped her arm through his, grabbing hold of her bouquet before they all made their way out of the building and towards the path that led to the altar.

Her bride's maids set up, all of them standing in line as one of them signaled for the band to begin. Nodding, the orchestra started the music as the first one made her way down the aisle with a broad smile.

"Nervous?" Her father whispered in her ear as Rosalie fidgeting with her veil.

"No." She chuckled. "Just trying to remind myself to kick the tulle before taking a step. You know, kick, walk, kick, and walk."

Bernardo laughed quietly as he patted her hand. They watched the last bridesmaid walk before they followed with a deep inhale from both of them.

The wedding was taking place at the opening of a forest. The alter set up like a canopy and decorated with peach and white flowers. The seats all set up and occupied by the guests as flower petals littered the white carpet beneath her feet.

Looking up, Rosalie smiled back at the man waiting for her at the end of the altar.

Arcangelo looked absolutely godly with his black hair gelled back, wearing a black tux with a purple waistcoat and matching tie over his white button up. His five best men stood next to him in matching tux but white waistcoats.

She couldn't stop the smile on her face as she noti

she got pretty tired and decided to sleep on the way back."


"How was boy's day in?"

"Salvatore is quite the explorer, but he enjoys it when his big brother reads to him." Arcangelo chuckled at the revelation about their sons, chuckling at the grin across Arsenio's face. "Although, we made quite a mess if I say so myself."

"I can see that, " Rosalie noted as she peeked at the condition of the nursery from around Arcangelo. "The twins can't possibly sleep in here tonight."

"They'll all sleep with us then." He stated as they made their way across the hall and into their bedroom, a respective twin in the parents hand, as they held Arsenio's hands in the middle.

Rosalie placed their daughter onto the bed as Arsenio sat kneeling beside her, watching her sleep in fascination while Arcangelo soothed their son to sleep in his arms. Softly humming into his ear while walking around the room. Changing Serafina, Rosalie tucked the baby in the center of the bed, placing a pillow on one side as the other was occupied by a sleeping Arsenio. Pulling the duvet over the two, she went to get change.

Once Arcangelo had lulled their boy to sleep, he too got changed and joined his wife, settling on the other side of the bed, the little twins and their elder brother sleeping between them.

"Good night, handsome, " Rosalie spoke quietly, leaning across to place a quick kiss on his lips.

"Good night, princess."

Turning towards the lamp, he turned it off as they got under the covers. The children sound asleep while feeling safe and protected in their parent's arms, knowing that they would catch them if they ever fell.

That was the thing about parents. They are always there no matter the circumstances, no matter what you do, no matter how hard it gets, or how big you are, they are always there. Like how you know the stars are there even in broad daylight, just like that, your parents will be by your side no matter what.

Arcangelo knew that nobody looked good in their darkest hour, but those hours made him who he is. But he also forgot that God can turn his darkest hours into his brightest ones.

Arcangelo's head ran with that thought as he watched his children sleep, appreciating everything that his parents did for him, for if they had altered the course of one decision, he might not have met Rosalie, the love of his life, and he wouldn't have had these three beautiful children to brighten up his life.

Sighing in content, he placed a kiss on his children's forehead, giving one to his wife as well as he lay down, and closed his eyes to fall into a calm and peaceful sleep. The entire world falling into place around him.

But that is the beginning of a new story - the story of the gradual renewal of a man, the story of his gradual regeneration, of his passing from one world into another, of his initiation into a new unknown life. That might be the subject of a new story, but our present story is ended.

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