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It's time to continue with Willow and Harry's next journey.
"Her body looks frail, it's motionless just begging to have some life brought back into it. Her light is almost gone, but I swear I can still see...
Harry has payed attention to every detail about our wedding. He's done everything he can to make it the perfect day for us. This has included arranging for a driver to bring all of us girls to the venue. The windows are blacked out, he doesn't want to risk any unwanted attention today more than ever before.
During our drive Sam, Gemma, Anne, Lark, Lily, and I talk excitedly about the day. Sam will be doing my makeup and Anne is doing my hair. Gemma is taking the girls around the garden to pick flowers to make me a floral crown, which they are ecstatic about. I'm so excited to have everyone involved in the wedding.
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We arrive at the castle and the staff is busy running about getting everything in its proper place. Jasmine and lilies are being strung about and arranged on tables just as Harry has insisted. The weather couldn't be more perfect; clear skies, perfect temperature, and beautiful wispy clouds in the bright blue sky.
Lily is bouncing around in the backseat, and Lark is staring out the window in awe. I can't blame them, this is one of the most spectacular sights I've ever seen. Our wedding is going to be like one of those fairytales you read as a child when your mind is still full of wonder and whimsy. But honestly, you can take away the castle and flowers; marrying Harry would still be something from a young girl's wildest dreams. He's a perfect gentleman; compassionate, attentive, selfless, always with an open heart to love everyone. On top of it all he's talented beyond measure, wise beyond his years, he always makes me laugh, and he's the sexiest thing I've laid eyes on.
We step out of the car and the environment around the garden is ambrosial; the sweet scent of jasmine, fresh cut grass, and clean air unpolluted by the thousands of bustling cars going about the city of Rome. My mind is serene until I'm pulled from my lazy daydream, because Lark starts yelling at her sister to stop running around.
"Willow why don't I take the girls exploring for a bit? You can relax and start getting ready."
Gemma offers kindly. The girls perk up, they've already taken to her in a matter of hours and they're dying to hang out with her.
"Gem are you sure? Lily may give you a run for your money, she's has a lot of energy."
"I'm positive, I'm a big kid myself. I'll try not to wear her out too much." She chuckles and winks at me. Her laugh is literally the female version of Harry's, so pure and joyful, just like Anne's too. Although Gemma and I got off to a bad start I really do adore her. I know how much Harry loves her and it was tearing him apart being at odds with her. I'm truly happy she can be in the girls' lives too, the more family to love them the better. As the saying goes, it takes a village to raise a child, right?
"Ok, but don't be too long. I can't wait to show you the dress."
"Gem, you're going to love this dress, it's positively perfect. And that lovely necklace you bought her will look beautiful with it dear."
