Arania slumped down onto the steps of the chapel. Her elegantly fixed hair fell in a meloncholy rush to the woman’s shoulders. The beautiful veil once supported with grand and excited energy wafted along in the light breeze with not even a sign of life. Arainia’s blue eyes squinted in the sun glinting off her white dress, attempting to look up and down the crowded city street. The tiny specs of ocean flitted from one black car to another, hoping to spot…