Little by little, the Irish angel seemed to register everything that was happening around her: the perfume, the breeze, the warm sunrays and Andrew's strong arms holding her small form as well as his green pools gazing at her, filled with expectation as she regained consciousness.
"Where... where are we?" She wanted to know, frowning a little but at the same time at ease to be surrounded by so much peace.
"At the park." He replied, helping her sit up straight. "It's quite a beautiful morning, isn't it?"
Monica looked at the beautiful scenario around them with a pleased expression on her face. "It is, indeed. I... don't remember falling asleep, though..." she looked at herself and frowned at the beautiful white dress she was now wearing. Then, the angel turned her sparkling brown eyes to her friend and, quite embarrassed, kept on talking. "I'm terribly sorry..."
Chuckling at her embarrassment, Andrew placed a strand of hair behind her ear. "It's alright, angel. You kept me company just the same."
"Is it our day off?"
It became clear to Andrew that she did not have any memory of what had happened over the last 24 hours and, truth to be told, he was thankful for that. At least for a while, he would manage to spare her.
"Kind of. You are on an assignment but at this very moment, you're dreaming. Remember that once you were curious to know what dreaming was like? I felt like showing you a little bit of it."
She turned thankful eyes at him. "Oh, Andrew..."
"Come with me." He helped her stand on her feet and held her hand. "There's a place I want to take you."
"A place? Where is it?"
Chuckling at her childlike curiosity, he took her hand to his lips. "Not too far. And you'll like it!"
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The couple of angels walked for a while until they reached what seemed to be a reserved area in the same park where Monica had woken up a few minutes before. From a distance it was possible to see that there were many people talking and laughing while some children ran around. There was also soft music playing.
"Is it a wedding?" The Irish angel wanted to know, her eyes quickly scanning the area.
"That is correct, angel." He said, gently guiding her up to the crowd that was celebrating so happily the union of a young couple. "And I believe you know the bride."
It did not take Monica too long to find out who he was talking about. Not far from them, a young lady, with dark hair and dark eyes was wearing a long white dress and held hands with a man at about the same age, but with different physical traits: he was blond and had blue eyes and was elegantly dressed in a suit. And what no human nor angel would miss was the loving way both gazed at each other.
"Oh, goodness gracious, it's Elisa!"
"Yes, and I've heard that an angel of God helped her in a very important moment in her life!"
Slightly embarrassed, she nodded her head. "Elisa was my very first assignment when I got to this town, about a month ago." She explained, unaware that he already knew a little about that assignment. It did not matter to him, though. Andrew would always listen - either reports from recent assignments, memories of past ones and everything else the precious little angel had to tell. Watching her enthusiasm while she narrated the facts or wiping away her tears of sadness and comforting her... He always felt grateful for the opportunity to spend some time in her company. "You see, Elisa comes from a very poor family and had a very difficult childhood. She started to work at the age of twelve and it was with much sacrifice that she managed to graduate and become a teacher at St. Patrick's Elementary School."
