On the way to the hotel for the wedding banquet, Ciri Garzón wanted to carpool with Dulcina Calvo, who was dragged to another car by Esteban Zaragosa.
Dulcina Calvo looked at the bridal bouquet in her hands and blushed slightly.
Esteban Zaragosa suddenly approached him and whispered in his ear, asking, “What’s on your mind?”
Dulcina Calvo said, half jokingly, half seriously, “Do you know what it means to receive the bride’s bouquet?”.
Esteban Zaragosa frowned a little, not really understanding, since he rarely attended weddings and on the other hand did not really believe in these little superstitions, but if it was Dulcina Calvo who shared them with him, he was delighted to hear, “What does it mean?”
The girl’s dark, watery eyes, without blinking, stared at him and said earnestly, “The person who receives the bride’s bouquet means that she will soon be married.”
Esteban Zaragosa was stunned for a moment, then a playful look crossed his eyes, “Are you reminding me, my dear, that it’s about time we got married?”
“… what, who wants to marry you!”
Dulcina Calvo, her face small and red, pushed the bouquet straight into his hand, embarrassed, and then tilted her face away, but the car window gradually reflected the girl’s sweet smiling face.
…
In the other black Bentley, Andreo Fanta and Ciri Garzón sit in the back of the car without saying a word.
After a long moment, Andreo Fanta looked at the bridal bouquet in Ciri Garzón’s hand and said, apparently offhandedly, “I heard that the person who gets the bridal bouquet is the one who gets married afterwards.”
Ciri Garzón answered in a clear voice: “Don’t worry, even if I get married soon, it won’t be with you, Andreo Fanta. ”
“Ciri Garzón”.
Even the good tempered Andreo Fanta was angered by this extravagant comment.
Ciri Garzón turned her head to look at his handsome face, smiled and said, “Are you mad at me for that? You asked Estrella to throw the bouquet at me, didn’t you? Don’t make such childish jokes again. …”
As soon as the words left her mouth, Andreo Fanta suddenly grabbed her wrists and pulled her body violently into his arms, lowering his head and kissing her domineeringly.
Ciri Garzón landed on his shoulder with a clenched fist: “Well, … let him go!”.
Andreo Fanta counterattacked by biting her lips hard, the sweet fishy taste of blood, spread in her mouth immediately, and Ciri Garzón ate the pain, wetting the corners of her eyes in pain.
The man’s large hand, however, was firmly clasped on the back of her neck, his forehead resting on hers, and he spoke in a single word: “Ciri Garzón, either you stay married for the rest of your life, or you get married, and the groom can only be me.”
“With what arguments!” Ciri Garzón glared at him.
“Because, you are my life.”
No one who gives his life will give it to another.
Ciri Garzón gritted her teeth and said, “But what I want is your life!”.
He owes his life to Tavio Garzón!
Andreo Fanta took a deep breath, brushed the tip of his nose against hers, closed his eyes slightly and murmured dully, “One day I’ll give you back Tavio’s life, but until then, can’t we live in peace?”
-Even as a handout from her.
Ciri Garzón also closed her eyes, not wanting to look him in the face again and not daring to do so.
Andreo Fanta was proud, a pride that was deeply rooted in his blood before Tavio Garzon’s death, a pride that was an irresistible pressure for Ciri Garzon. After Tavio Garzon’s death, Andreo Fanta’s pride ceased to have any value in front of Ciri Garzon, and even his pride was ridiculous to Ciri Garzon.
Seven years ago, Andreo Fanta was proud and noble in front of Ciri Garzón, and Ciri Garzón did what she was told, and when Andreo Fanta said yes, Ciri Garzón did not dare to say no. Seven years later, Ciri Garzón stands proud as an unconquerable peacock in front of Andreo Fanta, and Andreo Fanta takes care of himself. Andreo Fanta takes care of himself, goes east when Ciri Garzón says so, and as long as she stays by his side, Andreo Fanta agrees to any treaty, no matter how insulting.
In his life, Andreo Fanta has only been able to forgive Ciri Garzón unconditionally, to give unconditionally, to lower his limits unconditionally and to stay by her side as long as she is there.
…
In the wedding car at the front, Estrella Berrocal sits with her two children, and Adán Rouco sits next to her.
However, Estrella Berrocal and Adán Rouco did not communicate much in the car because the two little florists were there.
Paulita, in her little white lace dress, like a little princess in a castle, blinked her big watery eyes at Estrella Berrocal and gave her a compliment: “Estar, how beautiful you are today! The most beautiful person in the room.”
Estrella Berrocal reached out and stroked her little head, smiling, “Is she even prettier than Paulita?”.
Paulita innocently shook her head: “That’s no good, I’m the prettiest! Besides me, Estrella is the prettiest”.
Angelo Herrán, sitting to one side in a little black suit with a red bow tie around his neck, looked at Paulita and said, “Paula Rouco you are very cheeky!”
The two little ones were teasing each other on one side and the gazes of Adán Rouco and Estrella Berrocal inadvertently met.
There is a slight smile in their eyes as they look at each other.
Out of sight of the children, their two hands, bearing their wedding rings, clasped together in silence.
…
Shortly after, we arrived at the Banyan Tree Hotel.
Today, the Banyan Tree Hotel has no guests and the entire hotel is the site of the wedding of Adán Rouco and Estrella Berrocal.
Guests were seated at table after table.
Adán Rouco and Estrella Berrocal, passing table by table to toast.
But Estrella Berrocal, in her difficult wedding dress and high heels, nearly tripped after a few steps, when Adán Rouco, quick to catch her, slipped his arm directly around her waist in case she fell again and whispered in her ear, “Can you hold on?”
Estrella Berrocal nodded and curved her lips, “Okay.”
Today’s wedding, with so many guests, was always going to be an exhausting day.
Adán Rouco, a little embarrassed, said: “Then let’s rest well”.
Estrella Berrocal’s white face blushed and she looked away, tugged his sleeve and said, “Let’s toast, there are many tables left”.
Get a good night’s rest… Tonight is her real wedding night, will Adán Rouco really leave her alone?
Didn’t you say last night that you were going to clean it on your wedding night?
Estrella Berrocal warmed up a little and snuggled a little more in his arms.
Adán Rouco seemed to feel it, and the arm around his waist tightened a little more.
After the toast at each table, Estrella Berrocal was a little drunk, and although the bottle that Adán Rouco had given her had been secretly mixed with 70 or 80 percent water, she was still a little light on baggage.
At the wedding today, I wore high heels on my feet, although they were high fashion and more comfortable than the usual heels bought at the mall, but the thin heels were not as comfortable as flats after all, not to mention that they were new again, and the heels looked worn and hot and sore.
She had just sat back down at the head table when Adán Rouco approached her and whispered in her ear, after which he pulled her away for a moment.
After leaving the banquet, Adán Rouco bends down and picks her up directly from the table.
Estrella Berrocal, seemingly off guard, groaned, “Why …. go where?”.
“Go to the living room and get your foot treated first.”
“But we’re the bride and groom, it’s not a good idea to leave, what if they look for us?”.
Adán Rouco has never been one to worry about others: “We will be back soon, no one will be looking for us”.