Wedding photographer Florence
Her mom took out a big white envelope from her purse and handed it over to Leanne. “Who is it from?” – she asked, but deep inside she knew it was a letter from Johnny. She needed that extra second to breathe in and pull herself together not to cry in a room full of family, dearest friends and a guy with a camera in his hands. Leanne sat down on the chair. Her trembling arms opened up the envelope swiftly, just as if she was experienced at it. The white, textured paper contrasted black ink lines of his seemingly scrawled handwriting. Leanne started reading and shed no tear in that room. At least not on the outside.
A couple of hours later you could hear the sound of Beethoven’s symphony cutting the thin Tuscan air. Leanne grabbed her dads hand and started walking down the aisle. Calmly and gracefully. Once Johnny laid his eyes on her she knew everything was right. He had that loving stare, just the same as that time he threw three coins in Fontana di Trevi and proposed to her. His lips spread out to a smile, and her followed. Mine did too.
Let me stop writing right here. The intro to this gallery might seem a bit longer than usual, but it all plays the role in a story of two expats in love with each other. Find links to this beautiful venue after the story below. And enjoy the show of love.
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