Epilogue: The Coronation
Epilogue
The Coronation
The main gate to Maiden Park was open wide. A shower of flower petals danced and fluttered from the gate and through the sky. The spring sky, which was once again clear and blue.
A hymn, sung by a chorus of young ladies, echoed across the clear blue sky.
Sacred
Skylark in the sky,
Sacred
White lily in the field.
The Lord’s glory fills heaven and earth.
It rains down upon us.
Hosanna
In the highest!
The couple, finished with the ceremony, appeared in front of the church in the middle of the young ladies. Accompanied by thunderous applause and cheers, enough flower petals to bury heaven were scattered through the sky.
“Congratulations.”
“Congratulations!”
“Congratulations, holder of the Petite couronne!”
In the midst of the congratulations stood a Prince, wearing a jeweled white crown small enough to fit in the palm of her hand, holding hands with a princess who wore a pendant with identical jewels.
The couple gazed into each other’s eyes, blushing. And just for today, no one said anything mean or spiteful to them.
The prince was cheerful; the princess looked shy. Together, they shook hands with some of the audience, then gently placed their cheeks together and gave their best smiles.
They were smiles from the heart, and everyone who saw them broke into a broad smile of her own.
Afterward, a grand party was given by the Spica Student Council. Tea and sweets were passed around.
Thus ended the first contest of the Étoile competition, L’Ouverture brillante.
