Chapter 1: Arrested in Alabama

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Ralph is 60 today and I still haven't processed that in my mind 🥺... Also, don't worry, we get to see Billy in this chapter, hehe.

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Wedding Day - Wazoo City, Alabama

Wedding Day - Wazoo City, Alabama

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(Diana's outfit)

Thank goodness we decided to fly here two days prior or else we'd be dying right now. We're on stage in the middle of our performance. This is the second to last of all the songs Carla's god-sister requested. I smile as I observe the couples dancing while Peter and I sing our duet.

🎤

P: "Escúchame, quiero decirte que te amo"

[Listen to me, I want to tell you that I love you]

D: "Tenerte aquí, y tenerte aquí a mi lado"

[Have you here, and have you by my side]

P: "Porque tú eres la dueña, la dueña de mi..."

Both: "Corazón..."

[Because you're the owner, the owner of my heart...]

"Ámame"

[Love me]

"Y te daré todos mis besos y todo mi cariño"

[And I will give you my kisses and all of my affection]

"Ámame, quiéreme"

[Love me, love me]

"Ámame..."

The music soon comes to an end and people begin clapping. "Thank you! Un fuerte aplauso para mi buen amigo, Pedro Astudillo- Ah, no se lo crean [A big round of applause for my good friend, Pedro Astudillo- Ah, don't believe it]," I joke, causing people to laugh. "Pedro Castillo, everybody! Unfortunately, Pete Astudillo isn't here but Castillo is just as good, right?" I speak, gesturing to Peter.

The crowd laughs and starts clapping, a few girls screaming loudly. "Ay," I utter, my eyes widening. "Ya enamoró a las mujeres [He already made the ladies fall in love]," I comment, laughter emitting from everyone once again. Peter's cheeks redden as he chuckles and shakes his head. The fact that his name is Peter is too perfect because of all the Pete Astudillo jokes I can make.

"Alright, last song of the night. Let's go! Manos arriba! [hands up!]" I declare into the microphone. "Como La Flor" begins playing in the middle of my sentence and I start dancing along to the rhythm. People always want this song and I'm not mad about it.

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