Melanie.
Valencia, Spain. December, eight years earlier…
I love weddings.
The cakes. The foods. All the wines. And since Papa is the best wine maker in these regions, all the guests are sure to enjoy his rich wine.
Barrels and Barrels of wines have already been prepared for this wedding in three days. The wedding ceremony is to last seven days.
Seven days of continuous drinking, eating and dancing. Not to talk of the number of guests.
The best caterers in Valencia have been recruited for the task.
Am with my sisters and mum at the designer's shop, where we are putting finishing touches to our dresses. Mine is a little tight at the hips, while my elder sisters need theirs with more lowered décolletage.
I envy them; all mature, pretty, while am still young. Sometimes when they talk of boys and their kisses, I don't even know what to say. I fall shy. All my sisters have been kissed by boys. Am the only Schofield, still a 'kiss virgin.'
