Elena Kane (formerly Elena Vasquez)

The moment we officially tied the knot (truly married before God, the neighborhood and a crowd of three hundred who had witnessed our struggles and nevertheless arrived bearing rice and rum) the sky, above Brooklyn resembled the hue of mango pulp. Clear of clouds free of menace flawless, an unattainable June blue.

We did not book a location.

We took possession of the roof of La Isla Dorada as if it had been anticipating this moment along.

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