Wedding bells rang in the village. A wedding for their very own Lady Alcina, Matriarch of House Dimitrescu. She was dressed in white, in a dress many drooled over, and she waited at the end of the aisle way, watching as her soon to be wife walked toward her. She was dressed in a lovely burgundy dress and her face was veiled. This was their first meeting, and Alcina found herself hoping her new wife would be beautiful. Mother Miranda had arranged this affair, and she trusted her judgment.