Runaway Bride

I arrive at my parents’ house in ten minutes. I didn’t think for a second where to go when the family driver asked me for directions. The man was kind enough not to look at my appearance when I got into the black sedan.

“Daughter, what are you wearing!” my mother exclaims as she opens the front door. “You’re a woman married to a respectable man!”

“Forget what I’m wearing. Why don’t you ask me what he did to make me come to the house like this?” I tell her as I walk in and go straight to my room.

“Don’t yell at me!”

“Yes, I do yell at you!” I quickly look for something to wear. It’s getting late already. I look at the cuckoo clock I have hanging above the bookcase where I keep my novels and little ceramic dolls. “I don’t know how you can care so much about appearances, Mother. It doesn’t matter.”

“Of course it matters. You got married and left here as a young lady. You are with a man of a higher social class. Therefore, your dress and appearance say a lot about you. Besides, I’m sorry to tell you that it influences your husband.”

“I don’t give a damn about my husband!” I squeal.

I finish pulling up my black tube-style skirt. Likewise, I slip on a baggy white blouse of butterflies and red roses.

“Don’t say that you look like a child.”

“Where is Teresa?”

I don’t plan to stand around listening to my mother lectured me on how my actions influence society. That’s water under the bridge. I know, it’s true, she’s right, but right now, that’s a trifle. I don’t care that people see me and Mrs. Merlina at the flea market saw me get out of the sedan covered in a sheet. I’m tired of trying to be perfect! It’s exhausting to be someone you’re not. Pretending to please everyone, to help and please...no matter if you lose your essence along the way.

“Your sister went out to buy some things for her trip.”

“Are you okay with her going with that young man?”

“I remind you that he is your brother-in-law.” My mother stands in the doorframe and analyzes my every move. She looks tired. Her dress is wrinkled, which worries me, as Mom always tries to look impeccable.

“So, you know?”

“Tere is no fool. That girl is wide awake. She got herself a good match. She’ll have a good home and economic stability forever. They say those Magghio men only marry once.”

“I can’t believe you just accept it.” It was a big shock for me to know that my younger sister has decided to tie the knot with Dawson Magghio. Of course, he can tell me that he is sorry for getting involved with Arianna, but after learning that he can betray his own brother, I don’t even want to consider what awaits Tere by marrying him.

I tell my mother the same thing. In the meantime, I tie my hair up in a high bun and put a pair of golden rose hairpins in it.

“Men are like that by nature. Don’t think you’ll have a completely faithful man, for it’s in his blood to want to try new meats.”

What an excuse my mother makes.

She doesn’t let me speak and continues. Finally, she walks over and sits on the edge of the bed.

“You don’t know because you were very little when it happened, but more than fifteen years ago, your father had an affair.”

you?” I stop looking at myself in the mirror. I walk over, sit next to her and clasp her hands in mine. “I

you by making you think the world is perfect. When I married your father, I was just a child, a few years younger than Teresa. He

calculating the years.” Now I realize how airborne and lost I was. I understand why my mother thought the best

one. We didn’t know anybody. I was an only child. Adjusting was difficult.” I look at Mom; she is far away. Although her body is beside me, I know her mind is far away from

were married by force, by convenience, just as you did with me.”

bad thing. It was common and normal between families. Your father courted me for a week, the first week we arrived. Dad had no job,

nothing but feel lousy about how I hated my parents without realizing it. It was a vicious cycle for the Mattew family, and I was just another dot going

considered having sex even with Lucian.

who broke my schemes and barriers. Maybe it was the pressure of knowing that I would be married the next day to a man whose nickname was the Shady One. That could upset the holiest of women. I don’t know if that influenced me to let myself make love and participate in something I had never allowed my boyfriend

passed away. She had cancer a

it a one-day thing? Did they keep

lost her cool or sanity at any

sorry,

and sleeping with any man for a couple of

bidder. He didn’t think twice when Darío came offering to

me; her eyes are the same color as mine. She strokes my left cheek, something that always made me feel better.

more secrets, please,” I ask. I don’t know if

you’re going to tell me otherwise because that’s what you look like, and that’s what people will think. That’s why you

just needed

Sometimes you need your space to think, your

spoke to me loudly and out

wives carry an enormous burden and more so if we are only dedicated to being mothers and housewives.” She stands up,

itself in my heart, sticking like a million needles in acupuncture therapy. I feel short of breath and drop

don’t know what made you come here and what made you come back. However, I cannot allow you to believe that it was all that poor widower’s fault. If anyone bears

I wished, I did not know that one thing is what the donkey wants and another who makes it. My own father sold me. He is used to seeing it and doing it. Dad is almost ten years older than my mother. I don’t even want to imagine the pain she suffered being offered to that older man.

over to meet Teresa

into the castle. The last time we talked was when she told me she was marrying Dawson.

What are you doing here?! I’m so happy to see you!” she squeals

against

babies, let’s have some coffee.” My mother goes to the kitchen, and we follow in

you doing here? How is Darío and his recovery

has no idea

thing done. I guess my sister’s communication with Dawson is more effective than mine with Darío. I proceed to explain. She grabs her head and

At least he’s alive and at

looking here then?! You’re crazy! Your husband

also don’t want to look so inexperienced and have her feel

wonderful escape. Marrying the man I desired and who awakened dormant feelings and emotions was beautiful. However,

her black shirt and short hair with highlights, my sister looks beautiful, a real princess. No dark circles under

Her happiness is mine.