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GABRIELA
“She’s going to eat the goddamned bouquet.” My papá’s tone was fierce, but the corners of his mouth turned up.
“Vida!” I hollered, lifting the skirts of my wedding gown and running over to where our pet nuisance was nibbling at the dahlia leaves Lorenzo put into the main bouquet.
For once my mother put her foot down, demanding a formal ceremony for me on top of the impromptu wedding that happened at the Diamante. This was her day as much as it was mine.
The mother of the bride looked stunning in a silk gown the color of wild lilacs with a skirt that went all the way to the ground, her body still voluptuous beyond belief.
I held Vida’s leash and turned her away from the altar where I’d married Carlos again, and caught my dad ogling my mamá. She was still a beautiful woman,
