Enrique
My heart pounded as my carriage pulled up to the chapel. My mother’s favorite chapel.
Father told me that Rachel had picked the time and place weeks ago-that Rachel had asked to see mother and that she fought to have our wedding here. Of course she would. Rachel kept showing her love to me everyday.
But I would be lying if I said I remembered every detail that day. Because I didn’t remember entering the chapel, I didn’t remember greeting anyone, and I most certainly did not remember or recognize many of the faces that were in the crowd.
The only faces I did notice were Vicente who hugged me and congratulated me, and Cecilia who waved from afar, she was on the arm of a tall, blonde man with an intense glare. This man must have been her fiancé she had mentioned.
But aside from
