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Angel
PISSED IS AN UNDERSTATEMENT. This man has determined we're going to get married.
And he's arguing me down about how he's right.
"I am not saying you have to have my babies, I am just saying it will be easier this way," I cut my eyes at him.
"For who?"
"Both of us!" His hands fly up in frustration, his voice voice raising to a hysterical point.
"It will take to long to get to Cuba. I didn't even know you from Cuba! I thought you like, Puerto Rican or something!"
"Puerto Ricans are generally far lighter than I am." I mutter.
He sighs, heavily.
"It doesn't matter. If they deport you, you cannot take Seraphina with you. That means until I get back into the states I have to care of her, and I am very busy man."
He has a point, but I won't tell him that.
"How are we supposed have a wedding a month ago?"
That question made him relax significantly. He sighed his next words calm and low.
"Don't worry about that. I have that covered."
"All I need you to do, is get a wedding dress, get your hair done, get Sera ready and calm down. Everything else I can do."
Soothing and calming, that's how he sounds, I almost believe him.
"How?" Uncomfortable about his sureness, I demand an explanation.
"How about this," He glancing over at me, "You go get ready, relax, and after the wedding, I will tell you."
Since he already told the government that we were I couldn't back out without incriminating myself with fraud.
"Fine. What time do I have to be ready?"
"Tonight. I'll have an assistant help you with your dress and everything else. And I'll text you the address. The wedding is 12."
"Noon?"
"No Fatina. 12 in the morning. Noon is a couple hours from her."
HE REALLY DID TAKE EVERYTHING. He had an woman, Julie Well, who turned out to be so sweet, tell me where the best shops were.
She booked my hair appointment, and my nails. She helped me pick out jewelry. And he wasn't overwhelming she just went with I wanted and helped me did the best selection.
I was ready by seven o'clock. Would you believe we started at eight in the morning? The only thing we needed was to get Sera ready, which took an hour because Sera hair is to her shoulders already. She's like me, my hair grows too fast.
So by eight she was ready, which meant I had to get dressed, and put my makeup on.
That took a couple hours in itself, which put us at 11. An hour before my wedding. I never thought I'd ever get married.
But here I am, having wedding jitters. I've known this man for nearly seven months and he's a nice guy but...
Married?
On the other hand, I can't leave my daughter in America. No matter how much I trust him, I will never trust him that much.
Speaking of which. I call the number I haven't dialed since I got it.
"Why didn't you tell me, I was an illegal immigrant?" I grit into the phone.
"Oh, is that the bastard I had, I thought I got rid of you?"
Don't let her ruin your day...
"Why didn't you tell me I was an illegal immigrant?"
"Frankly I didn't care. I've been waiting for nearly ten years for you to get deported but, I guess it wasn't meant to be."
"You know what, f**k you. I'm getting married tonight, and I don't need this."
"You got someone to marry you? Huh, and I though—"
I hang up and breathe. This is my day. No one will ruin this for me.
There's a limo outside. The driver is Sergio. He will take you to the wedding.
Here goes nothing.
I THOUGHT WE'D GET MARRIED AT some kind of justice of the peace, but apparently he rented a mansion, decorated it with fairy lights. There were photographers, and a red carpet and...
I felt like a Princess. Like a Queen. Like a Goddess.
Then all those doubts that were floating around just died.
For the moment.
There was glitter and people, and a priest and a wedding cake. As I was walking down the red carpet my train following me, would you believe it? The wedding march played.
And maybe to other people, if may seem like this is just a normal wedding, but for me, it is a miracle.
For me, this is just a dream I had when my father died, and my mother starts hating me and letting anyone do they wanted.
That dream kept me afloat, until I escaped I didn't need it—didn't need the fantasy anymore.
But as the man at the end of the aisle smiled at me, I realized that, maybe I don't love him, maybe I never will, maybe we won't last.
But I will always be thankful for this. For him making my dreams come true.
"YOU LOOK GORGEOUS, FATINA." He whispered, holding my hands.
The wedding went as all do. The minister have a sort of sermon, though, most of it was in Italian.
"Do you, Marco Romano, take this woman, to have and to hold, in sickness and in health, in rich and in poor, through good time and bad times, till death do you part?"
"I do."
"Do you, Angel Gomez-Santos, take this man, to have and to hold, in sickness and in health, in rich and in poor, through good time and bad times, till death do you part?"
"I do."
"Then you may kiss the bride!"
I look up at Marco who smiles softly at me, cupping my face. Bending down he connected our lips softly, caressing, sweet.
His hand found my waist, tugging me closer, kissing me harder, more frantic.
There was a fire raging between us.
He lips coaxed my open, and it was until I heard a moan did I realize what was happening.
I pull back, breathing heavily.¿Que demonios fue eso?
(What the hell was that?)
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