Threads of Love

Chapter 10

The sun bathed the garden in a warm glow as the 'much-anticipated' day arrived. The elaborate plans we'd discussed with the wedding planner, Ms. Grey, were now unfolding in a picturesque venue adorned with whites, creams, gold, and subtle hints of pastel colors. The garden, transformed into an enchanting setting.

The time arrived for me to walk down the aisle, my dad rigidly at my side. Our strained relationship was evident in the awkward silence that accompanied our every step. Ramdam na ramdam ang tensyon sa pagitan namin.

Aga, stationed at the altar, wore a mischievous grin as he locked eyes with me. His playfulness sliced through the solemnity of the occasion.

Habang naglalakad ako sa aisle, nasa akin ang kanilang mga mata. The guests, including Vice and Dawn, observed with a mix of curiosity and anticipation. Vice, known for his keen sense of humor, exchanged a glance with Dawn.

Of course, Lana is present, who's filled with satisfaction, spoke of a successful design unfolding before her.

Aga's parents, seated in the front row, maintained an air of formality.

As I finally reached the altar, Aga's mischievous grin only intensified. The officiant, unaware of the intricacies beneath the surface, began the ceremony with practiced eloquence, unknowingly becoming a character in our elaborate play.

The vows we exchanged were a scripted dance of commitment, love, and promises—words intricately chosen to weave a tale of affection that, in reality, was nothing more than a beautifully crafted illusion.

Aga's mischievous wink during the ring exchange added a touch of humor, breaking the solemnity of the moment. Vice and Dawn, suppressing laughter, found amusement in the subtle nuances of our performance.

The ceremony started and as the officiant pronounced us "husband and wife," there was a collective sigh of relief, as if the audience, too, had played their part in this intricate charade.

The garden, witness to our staged vows, seemed to exhale with us.

"You may now kiss the bride."

My heart beats fast hearing those.

Here we go again.

Aga and I faced each other, him smiling mischievously as he lifted my veil up.

I shot him a look of 'umayos ka.'

But Aga, true to his mischievous self, leaned in with a playful twinkle in his eyes. He cupped my cheeks with a gentle touch, and our lips met in a staged kiss. Narinig naming ang hiyawan at palakpakan ng mga tao.

As we pulled away, Aga's mischievous grin persisted, and I couldn't help but roll my eyes at his antics. The sun dipped lower in the sky, casting a warm, golden hue over the garden.

Vice and Dawn, ever the supportive friends, clapped with genuine enthusiasm, their laughter echoing in the air. Lana, watched with a satisfied expression, proud of her contribution to this wedding.

Aga's parents, maintaining their composed demeanor, showed subtle smiles of approval. My dad, though still distant, offered a nod, perhaps acknowledging the success of this union.

The ceremony seamlessly transitioned into a celebration, and as we made our way through the congratulatory crowd, Aga whispered, "Not bad for a pretend kiss, Mrs. Muhlach."

I shot him a mock glare, "Nag-enjoy ka naman?"

"Eh kung sabihin kong oo?" Biro niya pa

"Tumigil ka ha." I warned him.

The officiant, seemingly unaware of the intricacies within our relationship, gracefully segued into the closing remarks. "Ladies and gentlemen, it is with great pleasure that I present to you, for the very first time, Mr. and Mrs. Muhlach!"