A few heads turn as Santos takes Camila's hand and led her inside the church. Just like she was told, she put up an act, pretending to be his wife. She smiled like a dutiful wife and walked like a queen beside Santos, her head high up and her shoulders squared.
"They are staring at us" she muttered, only to Santo's hearing.
"I know. No one expected me to attend this wedding" he replied.
"Then why did you?" She questioned. The silence that descended was awkward. Camila sighed. She didn't expect him to reply her, after all she is just a slut in his eyes just like every girls he has met. Well, except Daphne.
"Pride I can't let anyone think I'm not over Daphne" he replied alas.
"You love her that much?" She questioned.
"Who do you think you are to meddle with my personal life, you're jus
