grandmothers

So there\’s a fairy-tale wedding: a thousand guests in a flower-filled ballroom, a dozen violins playing Mozart, a grainy-voiced singer belting out an old Persian love song. The bride is 20 years old and ravishing, of course, but she\’s also blessed with charm and charisma, the kind of exuberance that turns heads and drags stares behind her. She\’s been breaking hearts since she was 14 years old and walked into a cousin\’s wedding in a frilly white dress and a wide lace headband. Now she dances on stage, next to the singer with the forlorn music, and the crystal beads on her wedding gown glow like fireflies in the dark.