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Angela’s wedding ensemble is a symphony of contrasts—a midnight-blue silk sari hand-embroidered with constellations, paired with a corset of liquid crystal that shimmers like starlight meeting ocean waves. Her veil? Not tulle, but a cascade of iridescent hummingbird feathers, each dyed to mimic the aurora borealis. The ceremony unfolds on a floating pavilion in Bali’s hidden sea temple, where bioluminescent lotus petals drift beneath her paws. For the honeymoon, she trades tradition for audacity: a jumpsuit woven from vintage kimono silk, slashed with neon graffiti patterns, topped with a cloak of living orchids that bloom in response to moonlight. Days are spent racing vintage gondolas through Venice’s canals, redesigned as rooftop racetracks; nights pivot to private firefly-lit feasts in Cappadocia’s cave palaces, where local chefs fuse saffron-infused lamb with zero-gravity meringues. Her final touch? A choker of black diamonds shaped like cat eyes, doubling as a hologram projector to replay sunset vows over Morocco’s dunes—each grain of sand glinting like a tiny disco ball. No postcard perfection here—only a collision of eras, continents, and wildness, tailored for a cat who wears chaos like couture.
