Once in the living room, Adán Rouco placed Estrella Berrocal on the edge of the bed and sat down on one knee, lifted her feet and removed the high heels from her feet.
When she took them off, the leather shoes rubbed her feet and Estrella Berrocal slightly ate the pain.
Adán Rouco frowned and said, “If I had known you were only going to wear flats, no one would have been able to see the wedding dress with such a long hemline anyway.”
Estrella Berrocal muttered, “How would that work? Without heels, I’d look too short next to you and people would say it doesn’t match.”
Adán Rouco stood up and said, as he took out his first aid kit, “I think a match will do.”
Estrella Berrocal rested her hands on the bed, looked up at him and asked, “By the way, after the wedding dinner at noon, are we going home or staying at the hotel?”
“We are staying at the hotel with our guests, in the afternoon Ciri Garzon and Dulcina Calvo will accompany you to the Presidential Suite, there will be guests coming to see you for the wedding sweets, but don’t worry about this, Ciri Garzon and Dulcina Calvo and Claudio Belles will take care of it for you. ”
“And you?”
Adán Rouco held her snow-white foot as he tended to her scarred foot and said, “I’m going to stay with the guests and if I have time to spare this afternoon, I’ll come find you.”
“So many guests, so many I can’t recognize, some I don’t even know what to call them, does it matter?”
“It’s okay, just smile and nod, the bride could have kept her mouth shut.”
When he finished, Adán Rouco looked up and gave him a sly smile.
Estrella Berrocal was amused: “So the guests have asked me a real question, do I have to play dumb?”.
That said, Estrella Berrocal’s stomach growled and she clutched it in embarrassment.
Adán Rouco frowned, “Why haven’t you eaten?”.
“How am I going to eat, I am not only hungry, but also thirsty, but I dare not eat or drink, and I can’t go to the bathroom in my wedding dress.”
“You haven’t had anything to eat or drink since morning?”
“Half a sandwich in the morning and then nothing else.”
Adán Rouco called Santino Yepes directly: “Bring a meal and water for coffee to the lounge on the first floor”.
Estrella Berrocal loves those little treats and candies, and Adán Rouco expressly ordered her: “Bring more of those little treats”.
After hanging up the phone, Adán Rouco looked at her worn and bloodied heels, a little chagrined. “Later, after lunch, when you go to your room, you change your shoes, then you will sit on the bed with your wedding dress covered up and no one will see you with slippers under your wedding dress.”
Estrella Berrocal was amused by the image of a wedding dress with disposable slippers, which is also a very strange image.
By the time Santino Yepes brought the food, Adán Rouco had helped Estrella Berrocal with her foot injury.
“Boss, ma’am, if you need anything else just give me a call.”
Adán Rouco nodded: “Go ahead, get out”.
“Good.”
When Santino Yepes had left, Estrella Berrocal put her legs straight up on the bed, barefoot and crossed, and stared at the food in front of her, her appetite on the edge of her mouth.
I was very hungry.
Estrella Berrocal ate several pieces of dessert and was so satisfied that she stopped eating when she felt less hungry.
Adán Rouco looked at her greedily and handed her the food again, “Eat more if you want, and if you really want to go to the bathroom, change your wedding dress, you’re going out in evening dress for the toast anyway.”
“Then I’ll take a little more. Just a little bit.”
Estrella Berrocal’s fingers crawled, picked up a knife and fork and ate many more plates of pasta and fruit to fill their empty stomachs before the couple left the lounge and rejoined the main venue.
The wedding banquet lasted until after two o’clock in the afternoon, when Estrella Berrocal was able to escape and Adán Rouco handed her the room card, and the bridesmaids and two little flower girls accompanied Estrella Berrocal upstairs.
When they arrived at the Presidential Suite, Estrella Berrocal was sitting on the king-size bed.
Claudio Belles saw her straining her back and looking a little tired and asked her, “Star, do you want to change out of your wedding dress now, will you feel better in your gown?”
Paulita asked thoughtfully with a little pout: “Are you tired, Estrella? Let me give you a back rub. That’s what I do with Grandpa when he’s tired.”
The little girl climbed onto the bed and knelt behind her, her two small fists pounding her shoulders and back.
Her heart softened into a puddle and she pulled Paulita from behind and hugged her in her arms saying, “I’m not tired, Paulita must be tired today too, getting up so early and running around. Spike, bring some wedding treats for the two children, they must be exhausted today.”
Claudio Belles smiled and said, “Good.”
Claudio Belles brought two boxes of chocolates and Paulita and Angelo Herran sat next to the bride, their little hands opening the boxes and looking at the delicately shaped pieces of chocolate inside, their big eyes squinting and their teeth darkened from eating them, the two little ones frolicking around Estrella Berrocal.
“Let’s wait until 4:00 p. m., when I’ll put on my dress, and then the stylist will come to do my hair, just in time for dinner.”
“It’s also good.”
Claudio Belles suddenly asked Ciri Garzón and Dulcina Calvo with a smile as the bride’s bouquet was being presented this morning, “Ciri, Dulcina, you two are the ones who received the bride’s bouquet this morning, don’t you have some acceptance speech to make?”
Dulcina Calvo, not much given to jokes, blushed slightly and stammered to dodge the subject, “What, what acceptance speech…”
Claudio Belles looked at her with a smile, “When will you marry your Dr. Esteban, for example?”
Dulcina Calvo was sitting, her little face flushed, her little hands clutching and clutching the hem of her skirt, “This … so I know.”
You can’t ask him to propose to a girl.
As she spoke, Ciri Garzón made an excuse and said, “I’m a little congested on that one and I want to get some fresh air.”
Once Ciri Garzón was out, it was time to say to Estrella Berrocal and Claudio Belles, “You two, as married people, should stop furiously urging singles like us to marry Alejandro.”
Estrella Berrocal said with some concern: “Dulcina, go check on Ciri, I’m afraid she’s not happy”.
Claudio Belles: “You go, I’ll help with the wedding sweets and things on Estrella’s side.”
Dulcina Calvo nodded and went out to look for Ciri Garzón, who was on the open terrace of this floor, lying on her back next to the railing, looking out over the neighborhood and sipping a soft drink.
Dulcina Calvo said deliberately, “Estrella and Spike are really, when they get married themselves, they have to drag everyone around them to get married quickly too. I’m not single enough.”
Ciri Garzón laughed: “I’m not angry or upset. It’s an unusual topic. You don’t have to worry about me.”
Dulcina Calvo leaned over the railing, tilted her head toward Ciri Garzón and said, “I don’t talk much and I’m not very good at comforting people, but I know that life is just to be happy for dozens of years, and if you’re not happy around that person, then leave, and if you really love each other, then love. ”
“I understand all the axioms, but I still can’t get through my own heart.”
Dulcina Calvo asked with some suspicion, “But Ciri, President Andreo is so good, aren’t you afraid someone else might take him?”
Ciri Garzón laughed softly, “If someone can take it away, it means that person never belonged to you. You can’t get rid of someone who belongs to you.”