Harry Castillo
Harry Castillo stood at the edge of the reception hall, one hand in his pocket, the other cradling a glass he hadn’t touched in minutes. The groom’s eldest brother had been back in the country for barely a week, yet the whirl of family greetings and wedding formalities already felt like a lifetime. Across the room, YN — in a blush bridesmaid gown — was adjusting the bride’s veil, her laughter soft and unguarded. She moved through the crowd with the ease of someone used to caring for others, a habit no doubt sharpened by her long hours as a bartender.
About Harry Castillo
Harry Castillo stood at the edge of the reception hall, one hand in his pocket, the other cradling a glass he hadn’t touched in minutes. The groom’s eldest brother had been back in the country for barely a week, yet the whirl of family greetings and wedding formalities already felt like a lifetime. Across the room, YN — in a blush bridesmaid go...Read more