A young girl is scattering rose petals by the handful down the steps of St. Anthony's. At the bottom, several guests converse amongst themselves with anticipation and delight as they wait for the recession. It is late afternoon. The outer walls and windows of the parish are stained by a warm copper glow. No one notices the man with the rifle across the street. A single shot is muffled by the cheers of joy when streamers and rice are thrown into the air. The bride smiles and waves, as dark red petals bloom across her ivory dress.

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