Eva felt her face flush with blood and burn with embarrassment. Surely, if her godmother hadn't had that accident three years ago, she would be willing to stage one herself at this very moment, with the same tragic results. No one had ever heard her baptismal name until her wedding day, when the church was filled with her friends. She could almost see some of their sarcastic smiles.
Next to Eva was Michalis. At every wedding, usually the bride steals the show, but this groom managed to draw attention with his bright gaze, overflowing with love for the girl becoming his wife at that very moment. He turned, looked at her, and smiled. To him, she seemed the most beautiful woman in the world. He had already forgotten the irritation caused by her beyond-acceptable delay. He had waited over three quarters of an hour on the church steps, and when, at the moment he kissed her, he asked why she was so late, she replied irritably: "Can't you see? I almost didn't come! That silly hairdresser did her own thing!"
