g dress hanging in front of
monds sewn into the fabric. A dress that cost mo
mine. None of
zipping me up from behind. Her hands were sha
a liar," I wh
t. This morning, a team of stylists had arrived at my tiny apartment at 6 AM. They had push
I was the luckie
daughter had sold he
the stylists couldn't hear. "You can still run. We
n, Mama dies. The surgery is
me, Sofia. Alejandro De la Vega... people
art stopped.
uld answer, t
go, Miss
ng. The same cold dr
cked wall. The old photos of my father. The tiny ki
old life,
black car and d
-
not a wedding.
was watching from her hospital bed on video call. No
Vega! Look h
e. That was in the cont
fect black suit. He looked like a
ooks at a bride. He looked at me li
you take this woman?", he
d
was firm.
went dry. My hands were shaking so
ez, do you t
ust one second, his cold mask slipped. I sa
was just as tr
" I wh
to my finger. It wa
may kiss
ked about this. There was nothi
came closer and closer. The whole world
ay, everyone would
losed
s touch
ake. A show for the cam
it w
eacted like electricity had run through me. My knees went weak. M
two seconds, but those two
t about the contract. I forgot about
remembe
in his eyes, he
-
silent when we a
t a huge, empty house and a m
rs. De la Vega," she
. Not o
ntract. Separate rooms. No
king bed, a balcony overlooking Madrid, a closet ful
bought me a
, still in my wedding dress,
a Vega. I was rich. And I had
the door ma
I said, wip
f his suit into a black shirt. He look
coming inside. Keeping his di
gery was successfu
. "What?
called. She is awake.
bed with relief. "Thank yo
, his voice hard again. "
leave, but th
"My family... they will not accept you easily. Especially my grandmoth
ndmother?
And So
at me. His eyes we
into the west wing of this ho
ing? Why? W
ns you," he said col
e door and l
dress, staring at the clos
in the
oice shake wh
issed me today, di
and looked out at Mad
s. De la
my real story was
ng was hiding t
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