The city streets of Miramagia are full of excitement. Magicians have gathered in small groups and are talking vividly with each other: “Can it really be true?”, “Oh Mirella! I would never have guessed!”, “Those two? Incredible”. And one sentence is on everyone’s lips:
Emma and Emilio are getting married!
The crooked old witch with her walking stick, colourful skirt and luminous red, flowery headscarf – together with the lanky Emilio and his curly wig? What a strange couple! Don’t you think?
But Emilio was convinced since he first set eyes on her: Emma is his one true love. The woman of his dreams. Even the age difference of 247 years meant nothing to him. Yet, Emilio is a shy lad and didn’t have the courage to go and speak to Emma. He’s an old-school magician. Every day for almost five years, he sent Emma a single rose – without them ever having spoken together.
Emma was flattered, of course. After all, Emilio was a handsome little chap. But why did he miss each and every opportunity to introduce himself to the old witch?
Yet one mild spring day it finally happened. Emma had just neatly folded two robes and tidied them away on the shelves of her boutique, while Emilio swept away the purple and yellow tufts of hair from his last customer. Both were ready to call it a day and headed out into the marketplace to close their shops. It was unusually quiet in the city, but there was something special in the air. As Emilio turned the key, he noticed that Emma was standing at the end of the otherwise empty street and doing the very same thing. Was this the moment he had been waiting for so long? Emilio took a deep breath and felt his heart racing. Without knowing what he was doing, his legs began to lead him towards Emma. “What’s going on? What am I doing?”, thought the barber. Just a few seconds later he was standing right in front of Emma. Summoning all the courage he could muster, he said: “Hello Emma, I’m Emilio.” He barely needed to say anything else. As soon as he uttered the first word to Emma, she felt the same. “Do you fancy having a cup of stinging nettle tea with me?”
Not only did they drink a cup of tea on that fateful evening, but from then on, they met each other at every free moment they had to spend as much time together as possible. Emilio finally had someone who he could pursue his favourite hobby with, dragon racing. They spent hours training their dragons together before going home, where Emma would then prepare her carrot and pumpkin cake or a spotted cucumber and Mirabelle salad. Emilio didn’t mind which dish; he loved them both.
And so the days went by in the magical land. On one magnificent summer’s day, Emilio then invited Emma to a picnic at the river. There they sat, eating wild grape pie and drinking sweet herbal juice. The plant fairies hovered around them and the air was filled with the pleasant fragrance of the flowers that grace the meadows. But there was something else in the air. Emilio reminisced about the evening he first spoke to Emma. This time, however, he didn’t surrender control to his body. He knew exactly what he was about to do. Slowly, he knelt down on one knee and tentatively began to speak: “Emma, ever since I saw you for the very first time, I have known that you are the only true witch for me. I have taken far too long to say it to you, but I know it with all my heart. I don’t want to wait any longer.” With shaking fingers, he fumbled in his vest jacket and eventually pulled out a gleaming gold ring. “I love you. Will you marry me?” Emma took a good look at him with her emerald green eyes as a single tear of joy rolled down her cheek. “Yes, of course”, she gasped. And she leaned in and kissed him like he had never been kissed before.
The time has finally come. The wedding is today and all the inhabitants of the city are invited. Emilio is leading his bride to the altar. Or perhaps we should say, Emma is leading Emilio to the altar? After a truly moving ceremony, the whole town begins celebrating in high spirits. Emma and Emilio sit with their whole family and friends at a long banquet table. One toast after the other is held and eventually Emilio climbs onto his chair and clears his throat.
“Now that Emma and I have finally found our way to each other and have entered a union for life, we would like to make an announcement.” He throws a loving glance at Emma, who nods her head encouragingly: “We will seal our union of marriage by combining our shops. From now on in all of Miramagia, everyone can dress up and get a haircut at ‘Emma and Emilio’s World of Fashion’!” The guests fell silent for a short instance and then suddenly burst into tremendous applause and chants of hurrah! Now that really is good news; Miramagians can save themselves the trip of going from one shop to the other and coordinate their hairstyles directly with their robes.
A long night lies ahead of the inhabitants as the joyful celebrations have only just begun…