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Hello everyone, welcome back to my channel. Before starting the video, please subscribe and keep watching for more details videos. Venus Williams is spotted in golf cart as she prepares for Italian wedding to actor Andrew Prey. Tennis superstar Venus Williams was spotted by holiday makers in a golf cart as she prepared for her wedding to actor Andrew Prey on an Italian island. The 45year-old reportedly was set to marry Prey on the island of Isia on Friday. Onlookers on holiday saw her riding in the back of a golf cart in a white dress and sun hat on Thursday, which read Mrs. Prey in the village of Santangelo. The five-time Wimbledon winner confirmed her engagement to Prey during a post-match interview at the DC Open in July shortly after beating fellow American Pton Sterns. Eyewitnesses on the island said the tennis star’s sister, Serena Williams, now retired from professional tennis, was also in the buggy alongside her sister with wedding guests wearing team groom and team bride t-shirts, though these details are not visible in the pictures. One onlooker said, “They got out of the taxis and into the golf buggies while we were waiting for the bus.” Another described shouting Venus name which caught her attention. While the photo was taken from afar, she appeared to be wearing a sun hat with the lettering sig Ra Petri. Sig R is an abbreviation for the Italian word senora which translates to Mrs. in English. Williams has largely kept her personal life out of the spotlight in recent years. She has previously been linked to model piece in 2012 and financier Nicholas Hammond in 2017. Her fianceé Prey, 37, is a model, actor, and director who grew up in Denmark before moving to Italy as a teenager. According to IMDb, he trained at the Susan Batson Academy in New York, later writing, directing, and starring in the 2014 indie film One More Day. He has also appeared in several Italian TV productions, including the drama A Professor and the 2023 reality series Temptation. It was only in July when she announced that she was set to walk down the aisle, saying during the DC Open, “My fiance is here and he really encouraged me to keep playing,” Williams said. She added, “He’s never seen me play.” Williams remains one of the most successful players in the sports history with four Olympic gold medals and more than $42 million in career prize money. She previously spoke about how she didn’t feel the need to get married or settle down in her future in 2021. She told Cosmopolitan, “I have a lot of friends who don’t believe me when I say that I like my life and I don’t want to change it for any reason. I’m not desperate and they don’t believe me.” she insisted. They say things like, “You’re going to miss your window.” I’m like, “Please relax. You might feel this way, but I don’t. I promise you I don’t.” Also, in 2021, during a chat with ESPN’s Chrissy Ever, Williams joked about her lack of love life, saying, “I’m very single. Actually, I might be undatable.” A year later in 2022, she candidly discussed how it can be easy to get stuck in a love lace and a golf cart. Venus Williams Italian fairy tale. Venus Ebony star Williams had played on the grandest courts of the world from center court at Wimbledon to Arthur Ash Stadium in New York. She had faced down aces, tie breaks, and match points. But nothing in her glittering, record-breaking tennis career had prepared her for the frenzy of an Italian wedding, let alone being spotted in a golf cart on the cobblestone paths of Rell. It wasn’t supposed to happen like that. Not that Venus minded the golf cart exactly. The pastel blue buggy with white leather seats and a satin bride to be sash draped over the front was charming in a rustic way. But this was Italy. Her Italy. Lemon groves, velvet sunsets, and cliffside chapels overlooking the Amalfi Coast. She had dreamt of her wedding being iconic, elegant, effortless. And then the zipper on her couture bridal rehearsal dress snapped. “Venus, it’s okay. Breathe!” squealled her sister, Isa, wrestling with a sewing kit in the back of the cart as they jostled up the incline. “It’s just a minor wardrobe hiccup. Nothing we can’t fix.” Venus exhaled deeply, hands clutching the edge of her seat like she was down five to six in the third. Minor hiccup. The whole back of the dress is open. And did you see that photographer? Isa giggled still pinning the lace. Oh, I saw him. And I saw you, Venus Williams, 7-time Grand Slam champion, worldclass entrepreneur, being chauffeured to her own rehearsal dinner in a golf cart like a diva Cinderella. You just went viral in Capri and it hasn’t even happened yet. Venus groaned and sank back into the seat. Ahead, the narrow path curved toward the Villa Simbro, a 12th century estate turned wedding venue perched at top cliffs that fell away into the glittering Mediterranean. It was extravagantly private, notoriously hard to reach by car, and unbeknownst to most, where Venus and Andrew Prey had first met two years earlier during a film and fashion summit. Andrew, a classically trained actor with dual American Italian citizenship, had been delivering a talk on Fellini. Venus had been there to speak about branding in sports and fashion. After the panel, they ended up in the same wine celler, arguing playfully over whether athletes or actors had the harder job. I die for balls on grass, Venus had said, arms folded. I pretend to be stabbed for 3 hours on stage. Andrew countered. You’re stabbed once. I’m sprinting for 2 hours. You’re wearing sneakers. I’m wearing tights. They had laughed, shared a bottle of burillo, and the rest, as the locals would say, was Destino. Now, 2 years later, Venus was about to marry that same actor in the very place it all began. Except instead of gliding gracefully down the final approach in her designer heels, she was bouncing in a golf cart with a busted dress and a papnap photo already trending online with hashtags like #golfcart goddess and # from Wimbledon to wedding. You know what, Venus said finally, brushing a curl from her cheek as the breeze caught her veil. Maybe it’s perfect. Isa glanced up from the pins, puzzled. The broken zipper or the golf cart. All of it. The messiness. The surprise. This isn’t a tennis match. It’s life. Deep. I’m marrying a man who once did a Hamlet monologue while holding a stray cat. Do you think he cares about a zipper? Fair point. They rounded the final bend in the villa came into view. Archways draped in white wisteria. Tables set with gold rim china and blush roses. And in the middle of it all, Andrew, he was waiting beneath an arch of olive branches, talking to her mother, Oriene. He wore a dove gray suit, a lopsided smile, and as if straight from a romcom, he was barefoot holding his shoes. “I lost him somewhere on the lawn,” he said as Venus approached. “Too much excitement.” Venus raised a brow, and they say, “I’m dramatic.” Andrew’s eyes swept over her, his expression softening. You look like a goddess. And I’m not just saying that because the internet agrees. Venus flushed. The zipper broke. I look like a Renaissance painting being held together with safety pins. I love Renaissance paintings, he said, pulling her gently from the cart. They’re always just a little cracked around the edges, like the best things in life. The guests were starting to gather. Serena in a flowing emerald dress. Beyonce and Jay-Z by the Lemong Grove. Even Anna Winter, sunglasses intact, chatting with Zenaia by the Procco Bar. But in that moment, Venus saw none of it. Just Andrew, her friends and family, the horizon behind him, and the glimmer of something permanent. Not trophies, not headlines, not legacy, but love. The rehearsal unfolded like a dream, not perfect, but real. A sudden gust of wind knocked over the flower arrangements. The officient forgot Andrew’s middle name, and Serena had to step in as emergency DJ when the playlist glitched. But there was laughter, champagne, a warmth that no highlight reel could capture. Later, after the speeches and toasts, as twilight settled over the coast and fireflies began to wink through the gardens, Venus and Andrew slipped away. Not in a limo, not in a vintage Fiat, but back into the now iconic golf cart, its headlights flickering like candles. They rode through the sleeping village under stone archways and Bugen Villia, the stars above them bright and unfiltered. Do you ever think? Venus asked softly about how random it all was that wine seller that night. Andrew turned to her, his smile slow and certain every day. And I still can’t believe I got the better end of the deal. You did not, she teased. Fine, let’s call it a tie. They parked near the edge of the cliffs overlooking the sea, the quiet stretching between them like silk. You ready? He asked. For tomorrow, for everything after Venus didn’t answer right away. She looked out over the water, letting the scent of salt and lemon fill her lungs. I’ve won a lot, she said finally. and I’ve lost a lot, too. But this, you us feels like my greatest victory.” He took her hand, kissed her knuckles, and somewhere down in the village square, a young girl refreshed her phone, and saw the now viral image of Venus Williams, poised, powerful, radiant, being driven in a golf cart like royalty on her wedding day. “Queen behavior,” the caption read. And it was because sometimes even champions choose joy over perfection. And sometimes the best love stories begin with a broken zipper and a golf cart in Italy.
