I ate a roll for a bride I will never meet

A wedding came out of the Church of Our Lady of Guadalupe on Saturday afternoon and the whole street stopped. A band started up and a man handed me a paper cup of something sweet and said, welcome, family. I stood with strangers in the sun for twenty minutes clapping for a couple I will never meet. Then I went to buy bread and the baker had been at the wedding too. He gave me a roll. He said, for the bride. I ate it for the bride.