Vesta Vesta loved dreaming of the Wedding. Their house was a sunny Palace. She'd sit in the Great Room, the sun striking the wedding crystal.
Vesta was in deep shock it had finally happened. It filled her with total wonder and awe. She was a Princess, her husband's Queen.
She was surrounded in glittering crystal. The sun poured in the room. Her husband would race home for lunch.
He'd say incredible things, sweet things, to her. Vesta is getting up from an ivory-cream leather sofa. Goes to the sun-lighted kitchen
She checks the fresh strawberry compote and crepes. Would he want also want his delectable curry?
And at Night, what could he want in the Night's inky depths?
