Мультипенал "Flower Girls", розовый

БЂњI mean, if you canБЂ™t find anyone elseБЂ¦БЂ«So it turned out that we did have a real wedding, even by MimiБЂ™s exacting standards. Aside from our extremely decked-БЂ‹out flower girl, though, it was a pretty casual affair. I wore my favorite red sweater. The groom wore his blue shirt (the clean one). Jim Smith played his guitar, and my Aunt Deborah-a trained opera singer-sang БЂњLa Vie en RoseБЂ«just for FelipeБЂ™s benefit. Nobody seemed to mind that the house was still unpacked and largely unfurnished. The only room that was fully usable thus far was the kitchen, and that was only so that Felipe could prepare a wedding lunch for everyone. HeБЂ™d been cooking for two days, and we had to remind him to take off his apron when it came time to actually get married. (БЂ«A very good sign,БЂ«my mother noted.) Our wedding vows were administered by a nice man named Harry Furstenberger, the mayor of this small New Jersey township. When Mayor Harry first walked in the door, my father asked him directly, БЂњAre you a Democrat or a Republican?БЂ«because he knew that this would matter to me ...»