She kissed me again and got into the limo. I
 
 watched it go off and then went back inside. Soon
 
 after, guests began to leave.
 
 I heard Momma call my name and saw Tony
 
 and her coming down the stairway together. Momma's
 
 heels clicked on the marble stairs. How worldly and
 
 confident she appeared as she sauntered down arm in
 
 arm with Tony. She was wearing her black wool crepe
 
 suit trimmed with a mink collar and cuffs. From
 
 beneath her jacket peeked a white chiffon blouse that
 
 glittered. In contrast to all this darkness, Momma's
 
 face was dazzling to behold. She seemed a diamond
 
 set against black velvet.
 
 Tony wore a black leather jacket and a bright
 
 white scarf. Just like Momma, he appeared fresh and
 
 alert. I imagined they were both still buoyed by the
 
 day's excitement and the excitement yet to come.
 
 They both looked so young and alive and so very
 
 happy together.
 
 "Can you believe it's over?" Momma asked.
 
 "You are now looking at Mr. and Mrs. Tony
 
 Tatterton. How do we look together, Leigh?" She
 
 squeezed herself up against Tony.
 
 "Wonderful," I said, in as excited a voice as I
 
 could manage, but Momma wasn't satisfied. Her smile
 
 wilted.
 
 "Well, we're off. You have everything you need
 
 and need to know. I wish I could be here with you
 
 Christmas morning when you open your presents, but
 
 I know you understand."