The reception was held at the Shanachie Theater, the wide upper bar decorated with white ribbons and roses, tables for the twenty or so guests set about a small dance-floor that had been brought in especially for these few hours. An hour's respite between ceremony and reception had allowed certain things to take place - the removal of the train from Anya's gown, for example - and had given Elena a chance to check on the progress in the kitchens of the meal she had designed for the evening. As the champagne was passed around - fizzy fruit juice for Mataya, Michael, Elena, and the children - the bride and groom reached the top of the stairs and came into view just in time to be toasted by their friends and family.
"Tony and Anya!"
As the sips were taken, a quiet round of splutters went up at the sight of Elena, on her way back from the kitchen, who had suddenly found herself directly behind the happy couple and taken on the look of a deer in headlights. Ducking out of the way, she accelerated past her brother and his new wife, muttering, "I'm not here, ignore me," and skidded into place beside her own husband, fair cheeks bright red with embarrassment.
Anya simply laughed, charmed as always by the over-the-top De Lucas, looping her arm through Tony's as she grinned up at him. She couldn't have been happier than she was in that moment, presented to the people they loved most in the world as man and wife, in the theater that meant so much to both of them.
Tony was simply beaming, looking happier than anyone could remember him ever looking before. All his family was there - all three of his sisters gathered together in the same room for once. There had been no bickering, no quarreling, no complaining. For once, they had all come together to celebrate this day. Tony had tried hard to make peace between his sisters, and though he wasn't sure how long it would last, he was confident they'd keep the peace at least for one day, if not for his sake, than for their mother's and for Anya's.
His eyes moved over the small group as he and Anya ascended the stairs, both his family and Anya's gathered together, along with a few special friends - all the people he loved together in one place at one time. Tony laughed as Elena ducked out from behind them and moved to join her own husband. Though Michael and Tony were not very close, he wished the best for his baby sister and her own beloved, wondering which of them would surprise their mother with a baby first. But this was their day - Tony and Anya's - and though those gathered together could not know it, they had a special surprise planned for the small crowd that would make this day an even more memorable event.
Of course, no one expected Anthony De Luca to choose anything so ordinary as a popular love song, but as the delicate instrumental for Tchaikovsky's Sleeping Beauty Waltz began, there were a few surprised smiles to be seen. Anya stepped into Tony's arms, the stiff stance of ballroom dance feeling awkward as she smiled up at him. Thankfully, no one had noticed the slight alteration to their attire, at least not yet.
They had been dance partners for years. It was how they had met. Some had said that when Tony and Anya danced together, it was the closest two dancers could come to making love on stage. They were no longer two separate beings, but one, their movements flowing together as gracefully and easily as water flowing in a brook. He smiled as he took her into his arms - his Anya, his wife, for the moment, his Sleeping Beauty. They would be dancing this later in the year when they brought the ballet to the Shanachie - if she was not with child by then - but this was a preview. The dance started as a simple waltz, Tony leading his partner, his ballerina, in a sweeping glide along the dance floor that was mesmerizing to behold.
There was no way to pinpoint exactly what it was that made their partnership so beautiful to watch, no single thing you could say was the reason their dancing was magical. It just was; something truly ineffable surrounded them, even here and now, as they danced for their gathered family, the first dance of Mr. and Mrs. Anthony De Luca. The music flowed around them, that familiar rise and fall of romance in the strings heralding the gentle flare of Anya's skirt as she spun beneath Tony's arm.
"Tony and Anya!"
As the sips were taken, a quiet round of splutters went up at the sight of Elena, on her way back from the kitchen, who had suddenly found herself directly behind the happy couple and taken on the look of a deer in headlights. Ducking out of the way, she accelerated past her brother and his new wife, muttering, "I'm not here, ignore me," and skidded into place beside her own husband, fair cheeks bright red with embarrassment.
Anya simply laughed, charmed as always by the over-the-top De Lucas, looping her arm through Tony's as she grinned up at him. She couldn't have been happier than she was in that moment, presented to the people they loved most in the world as man and wife, in the theater that meant so much to both of them.
Tony was simply beaming, looking happier than anyone could remember him ever looking before. All his family was there - all three of his sisters gathered together in the same room for once. There had been no bickering, no quarreling, no complaining. For once, they had all come together to celebrate this day. Tony had tried hard to make peace between his sisters, and though he wasn't sure how long it would last, he was confident they'd keep the peace at least for one day, if not for his sake, than for their mother's and for Anya's.
His eyes moved over the small group as he and Anya ascended the stairs, both his family and Anya's gathered together, along with a few special friends - all the people he loved together in one place at one time. Tony laughed as Elena ducked out from behind them and moved to join her own husband. Though Michael and Tony were not very close, he wished the best for his baby sister and her own beloved, wondering which of them would surprise their mother with a baby first. But this was their day - Tony and Anya's - and though those gathered together could not know it, they had a special surprise planned for the small crowd that would make this day an even more memorable event.
Of course, no one expected Anthony De Luca to choose anything so ordinary as a popular love song, but as the delicate instrumental for Tchaikovsky's Sleeping Beauty Waltz began, there were a few surprised smiles to be seen. Anya stepped into Tony's arms, the stiff stance of ballroom dance feeling awkward as she smiled up at him. Thankfully, no one had noticed the slight alteration to their attire, at least not yet.
They had been dance partners for years. It was how they had met. Some had said that when Tony and Anya danced together, it was the closest two dancers could come to making love on stage. They were no longer two separate beings, but one, their movements flowing together as gracefully and easily as water flowing in a brook. He smiled as he took her into his arms - his Anya, his wife, for the moment, his Sleeping Beauty. They would be dancing this later in the year when they brought the ballet to the Shanachie - if she was not with child by then - but this was a preview. The dance started as a simple waltz, Tony leading his partner, his ballerina, in a sweeping glide along the dance floor that was mesmerizing to behold.
There was no way to pinpoint exactly what it was that made their partnership so beautiful to watch, no single thing you could say was the reason their dancing was magical. It just was; something truly ineffable surrounded them, even here and now, as they danced for their gathered family, the first dance of Mr. and Mrs. Anthony De Luca. The music flowed around them, that familiar rise and fall of romance in the strings heralding the gentle flare of Anya's skirt as she spun beneath Tony's arm.