Zein watched the wedding ceremony in a daze.
Something was tickling his heart and altering his vision when Abel nervously waited for his bride, feet fidgeting and never still until the music played. His mind started to wonder then;
Was Roan also nervous during his wedding? Was his father fidgeting and sweating as he waited for his mother? How did they do it at that time? Did they use the dock and get officiated right beside the lake under the falling cherry blossoms?
As the organ played and the bride walked along the isle, shyly blushing from nervousness and happiness, he saw a young woman, younger than him, with hair like warm sunlight and eyes like a deep ocean, walking beneath the shower of fluttering petals, in a white gown as innocent as her bright smile.
Ah...Zein had dreamt of it; they looked at each other, as Lucia walked down the aisle, and Roan smiled gently at her, offering his hand so they could be united under the blue sky.