No big party.
No music or fancy guests.
Just a simple meal with some close friends.
I wore a dark red dress. Manuel wore an old suit, but it was perfectly ironed.
Some people congratulated us.Others shook their heads in disapproval.
I listened to everyone… but I wasn’t twenty anymore to live according to what other people thought.
The wedding night arrived.
Even saying those words made me smile sheepishly.
The room was clean, with fresh sheets. I sat on the edge of the bed, feeling my heart pounding, as if I were a young woman again.
I was nervous.
A little embarrassed.
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