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 had no

the world is perfect. When I married your father, I was just a child, a

but I never got around to calculating the years.” Now I realize how airborne and lost I was. I understand why my mother thought the best thing that could happen to me was to marry someone financially stable: they did the same thing

My family had just arrived by boat, and we had no 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

by convenience, just as you did

a week, the first week we arrived. Dad had no job, no idea how to support Mom and me. I was barely

parents without realizing it. It was a vicious cycle for the Mattew family, and I was just another dot going around the circle. “When did Dad cheat on you? With whom? Is she from

considered having sex even with

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 of

cancer a few years into

one-day thing? Did they keep seeing each

she hasn’t lost her cool or sanity at any point. No

so sorry,

do I want to see you sad and sleeping with any man for a couple of euros. You deserve so much

To the only bidder. He didn’t think twice when Darío came offering

contemplates me; her eyes are the same color as mine. She strokes my left cheek, something

ask. I don’t know if

her, but she stops me. “I don’t care if you’re going to tell me otherwise because that’s what you look like, and that’s what people will think.

just needed to

understand you. Sometimes you need your space to

away even though you have two daughters.” As much as my mother spoke to me loudly and out of turn, she has always been there for us. I

all the same. We wives carry an enormous burden and more so if we are only dedicated to being mothers and housewives.” She stands up, and I do the same. “Darío was not the one who came to ask for your hand, it was your father who

million needles in acupuncture therapy. I feel short of

cannot allow you to believe that it was all that poor widower’s fault. If anyone bears full responsibility, it is your father because he did the same thing my father did to

to see or understand. In my foolish idea that everything could go well, perfectly, and organized as 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

over to meet Teresa

seen her for days since I moved into the castle. The last time we talked was when she

I’m so happy to see you!” she squeals and hops in

tadpole!” I hold her against my chest briskly. I’d love to keep her small forever.

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

are you doing here? How is Darío and his

My mother has no idea about the surgery Darío had.

that even I didn’t know he was going to have such a thing done. I guess my sister’s communication with Dawson is more effective than

alive and at home,” I try to

You’re crazy! Your husband needs

going through in my marriage. But, I also don’t want to look so inexperienced and have her feel that I can’t keep the signed contract because that’s what it

and who awakened dormant feelings and

her black shirt and short hair with highlights, my sister looks beautiful, a real princess. No dark circles under her eyes, no freckles, and no wrinkles from bad times. She is happy.

Her happiness is mine.