And so, the most awaited moment is here. Kitten marries Don in the most touching, the most simple, and the most relaxed of ways. Haven't we all been to those glitzy, ostentatious weddings that has been de-riguer in Manila society? But what do we take out of it when we exit the reception? The spectacular decor? The unparalleled food? The profusion of exotic flowers? The fabulous wedding dress?
Kitten and Don wanted theirs to be low-key and unpretentious from the very beginning. Their vision was an intimate and relaxed affair, with only their nearest and dearest as witnesses, and where everyone can attend in their casual best.
And so it was.
The men in the entourage all wore kurta-inspired, cream, collarless tops over khaki chinos and leather thongs. The women wore dresses in tropical colors and flat sandals. The bride initially, was to wear an unstructured, flowy dress but being the fashion designer that she is, she changed her mind and created something "fab" as she calls it. The result was a hundred yards worth of a dream dress, which truly came out stunning. You see, Kitten is the fashionista in the family. Her beauty and stature is couture-worthy. Hence, the dress. None of us could have pulled it off. She was breathtaking! Of course, during the reception she changed into a see-through, flowy, Greek goddess gown, which showed off a beaded bikini underneath. Spectacular!
But what was most special about the wedding is something that happened in church. In every wedding I attend I have this habit of staring at the groom closely to watch his reaction, never the bride. I don't know why; it just fascinates me--watching their expressions. Anyway, I was glued to Don as Kitten walked in, looking as though she were borne atop a dream cloud, floating down the aisle.
Don was zeroed in on her, but in the next breath, he unabashedly broke down in tears--copious tears--of joy, of disbelief, of overflowing affection, oblivious to the rest of the congregation, unmindful of what his reaction could imply. He was later to say that he was overwhelmed with happiness and overcome by her beauty. Everyone in that church was hit--not touched--with powerful emotions. I, the unemotional, jaded, me, couldn't hold it together. I teared and sniffled and looked to my cousin, Adrian for solace, but he too, was in tears.
When Kitten reached the nave of the church, her dad kissed her before leading her to Don, who didn't simply take her arm but enveloped her in a tight hug. Okay, I can only feign composure so much. This time I sort of bawled, but I kept swallowing to muffle the noise and I made sure my shoulders didn't shake--that was a lot of effort, mind you!
It was hot inside the church, like a Swedish steam bath. But none of that mattered because what we were all witnessing was monumental--a coming together of two tightly-bonded souls. Did you feel that way in your wedding?
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