Did Alexander want a passionate and naive bride? That was exactly what he would have. But his revenge would be something he never imagined. Valentina came out of the sacry and walked through the hallway of the church. The guests turned to admire her. Whispers of approval filled theenvironment. She greeted and smiled, interpreting to perfection the role of the radiant bride.
Now she knew that everything was theater. Richard Miller, her father, waited for her to take her to the altar. At 60 years old, he had built an empire of three gas stations and two coffee shops in the city. Simple man who started washing cars and arrived up to where he was with much work. “My princess, you are beautiful,” said Richard, offering her the arm. “Thanks, Dad.
” Valentina took his arm, trying to control the voice. While they walked through the nave of the church, she observed the known faces from the side of her family, uncles, cousins, childhood friends, from the side of Alexander, much fewer people. His mother, Mrs. Carmen, who always treated her with coldness disguised as politeness.
Some relatives and friends. Julian and Dylan were near the altar trying to look normal. When Dylan saw her arrive, he lowered the look, clearly uncomfortable. At least one of them had conscience. Alexander continued smiling with that pose of excited groom. What a talented actor. When they arrived at the altar, Richard kissed the forehead of his daughter and handed her hand to Alexander.
“Take good care of her,” said Richard, looking him in the eyes. Always, mister Richard. She is the love of my life, responded Alexander, squeezing Valentina’s hand. If she didn’t know the truth, she would have been moved. Now she felt disgust. Father Michael, who baptized her as a small child, began the ceremony. Valentina disconnected during the first parts, concentrated on organizing mentally what she would do.
We are gathered here to celebrate the union of Valentina and Alexander, said the father. Marriage is a sacred institution based on love, respect, and mutual sincerity. Sincerity? What a cruel joke. Alexander, do you accept Valentina as your legitimate wife? Do you promise to love her and respect her in joy and in sadness, in health and in sickness, in wealth and in poverty, all the days of your life? I accept, said Alexander, looking her deeply in the eyes.