Wisteria-scented gloaming in the garden of an August moonrise, she pauses beneath the wooden lattice arch covered in snowy-white roses. She, so adorned in creamy lace, takes her groom by the hand, 'neath the stars, the innumerable stars, they kiss, in gaiety she twirls, weeping in blessedness, as the wedding guests in the cool night air raise their clinking glasses of champagne.