He strolls quickly onto the garden grounds with Selina. He eyes the menu he prepared for his order of apertif's of Limoncello, Lemoncello, sweet wine, strong liquors, espresso, coffee, mineral water accompanying plates of fresh grapes, strawberries, melons, dates, and breads.
The "Gustos" are stuffed mushroom and olives, salami, pickled peppers, calamari, prosciutti, and antipasto with cured meats, marinated vegetables, olives, pepperoni, and bruschetta topped with olive oil.
He checks on the main course or "Cena" of traditional Italian Wedding soup with meatballs and rice, Chiana beef fillet with brunellow wine or honied orange glazed salmon filet with balsamic steamed vegetables, and zesty lemon profiteroles.
The "Secunda" is twisted sugar coated bow tied pastries called Wanda and the decadent mille foglie wedding cake. He checks the bombaniera basket filled with confections of bitter and sweet candies and nods in satisfaction.
He snaps to the the musicians of his music order and pulls out Selina's chair. His music has been carefully thought out. Bruce is methodical, he nods pleased at Canta La Voce del Nord by Di Angelo. The guest begin their toasts with the clanging of flutes signify speeches are in order. The once brazen bride now appears soft and tender as she struggles not to cry as friends stand and announce all that they mean to them and all that they wish for their future.
The King and Queen sit above their crowd of spectators with glasses raised and entwined through the others arm. They salute their guests and take a sip accompanied bu a roar of applause and begin their meal.
Selina insists of feeding Bruce most of the appetizers slowly one by one. He oblidges her and slides his hand under the table on her leg acknowledging that he is eager for the honeymoon to begin. She swats his hand away playfully and turns now to her first chosen mouth watering bite and sucks Bruce's plump upper lip then digs into her plate with a hearty appetite.
Smiling faces now dig into a great Italian feast. They steep mountain top is now filled the sounds of talking, laughter, and music. Dick edges near his new friends side and gives Bruce a tap on the shoulder causing him to look then grabs a handful of grapes from his other side and runs giggling back to his table. The child is nimble and Bruce had never even seen him approach. He laughs at the site of the speedy child.
"He is quick isn't he?" Selina says to Bruce.
"Yes. I was told that his family were well known circus performers. They were acrobats. Dick is quite the athelete ."
The two adults smile down at the boy giggling with his prize. Bruce stares at the boy all alone at a table designated only for the children to dine. "Come back up here!" he shouts to the boy and waves his arms. " We wish you to sit with us."
He eyes Selina whose eyes sparkle in acknowledgment. "Yes, dear, do sit with us!"
The small boy runs full speed over to the table a slight blur until stopping grinning ear to ear as Bruce lifts him onto his knee.
The band now plays Volare as Bruce is astonished that the young boy knows Italian. He sings along also. Selina tries her skills at translating the song in her head.
Volare, oh oh Cantare, oh oh oh oh Let's fly way up to the clouds Away from the maddening crowds We can sing in the glow of a star that I know of Where lovers enjoy peace of mind Let us leave the confusion and all disillusion behind Just like bird of a feather, a rainbow together we'll find
Volare, oh oh Cantare, oh oh oh oh I think that such a dream will never return I painted my hands and my face with blue Then suddenly, I was taken by the wind And I began to fly in the endless sky...
Flying...oh oh...singing...oh oh oh oh!
in the blue sky, painted in blue.
so glad to be up there
And I was flying and flying, happily higher than the sun and more While the world was slowly fading away down there A sweet music was singing only for me
Flying...oh oh...singing...oh oh oh oh!
in the blue sky, painted in blue. so glad to be up there
But all the dreams fall away in the dawn because the moon brings them away when it falls But I'm still dreaming in your beautiful eyes that are blue like the sky painted with stars
Flying...oh oh...singing...oh oh oh oh!
In the blue sky of your blue eyes, so glad to be there
And I don't stop flying happily higher than the sun and more While the world is slowly disappearing in your blue eyes Your voice is a sweet music that sing for me
Flying...oh oh...singing...oh oh oh oh!
In the blue sky of your blue eyes, so glad to be down here In the blue sky of your blue eyes, so glad to be down here with you
She smiles at her blue eyed beau still holding the young boy bouncing on his knee and almost cries again.
They all devour the elaborate meal and drink and drink. The guests make sure to sweep up the crumbs off the tablecloths and eat them signifying another form of good luck to the new couple. They all stand and walk toward the wall to overlook the ocean. Fireworks now appear in the sky exploding in vivid colors. The crowd cheer on the streaming explosion and point in excitment.
This gives Bruce his calculated moment. He grabs Selina and moves her further back into the shadows. They tip-toe further back blending into the night as if a blanket wrapping around them holding them tight in its lush velvet embrace.
They are now seen by no one yet see everyone.
They now become what they always were, two creatures of the night.
It is just as it was not so very long ago.
They look into eachother's eyes able to see into the infinite darkness and yet find utter blinding brightness.