Margherita + Eugenio
Eugenio was my younger brother's classmate and best friend in primary school. We lost touch for thirteen years, until he ran into my crazy grandmother, Elena, and convinced her to persuade me to go on a date with him, a date that I was too drunk to even remember.
He surprised me with his maturity and independence because I had remembered him as being so immature and hopeless. I couldn't believe my luck in having found someone from Varese (the town in the north of Italy where I grew up and were I had always planned for my kids to grow up in). Six months in I knew he was the one. I’d never felt so cozy. We new the same places, the same tv shows, the same jokes.
The day he proposed, he got up at six to surprise me with breakfast in bed. He prepared all my favorite things: yogurt and honey ice cream, golden kiwis, green tea, whole wheat toasts with jam and pressed tangerines. Hidden in the middle of the busy tray was a little unmistakable leather box. As I was opening it, he asked: "would you marry me?" I don't think I ever answered the question, but I didn't stop crying or smiling until I went to bed that night.
I had dreamt of my wedding all my life. I had a photo of the dress hanging on my wall since my early teens. It was actually just a notch better than in my dreams. My Mother, who is the most "fuck weddings" person I know, decided to give me the gift of my biggest wedding dream coming true. The best gift I've ever received. I wish for everyone to receive such a generous gift, it's the best. I could have NEVER done it on my own.
The morning of my wedding, I drank champagne with my bridesmaids. I can't remember what song I went down the aisle to, but I'll never forget my beloved grandfather Ottavio, who wore a classic cardigan. And Anna Piaggi, genius as she was, who was wearing yellow and looked like a little birdie. That night, we gave a big proper village-fair-gone-surreal party for all our friends in a nearby valley. We called in the best butcher and the best fish market. We danced until 5 am in the original circus tent that Fellini used for La Strada, which is my favorite movie.
Pics by Matteo Ferrari