I felt humiliated, to everyone I know, especially to my friends who didn't know it was arranged, they'd think I was a lousy fiance, the humiliation worsened when I tried to visit their house yesterday, and I saw the tiramisu, barely touched.
"Oh you look nice!" Aunt Angela said,
"Thank you, Auntie, can I ask you something?"
"Sure, make it quick, your gown is ready"
"Is it all worth it? How was your marriage from the start?" it made her stop from fixing small imperfections in her hair,
"Long" all she said, "but every now and then the silver lining shows"
"Which is what?"
"You'd have to find your own" she smiled at me and reached for my gown, "go get ready,"
I put on my dress and my bare face when I heard a knock, "who is it?"
"Sella? Remember me?"
"Come in!"
"I need to make sure you're okay!" she gave me a tight hug, "That asshole had the nerve! When you don't get to have your bachelorette!"
"It's okay, it happens to all men..." my mom entered, giving everyone a faintly, defeated smile,
"Ladies, let's go!"
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The wedding was uneventful, I felt nothing, like I was watching myself get married, like I was uncontrollable, I smiled at everybody including Andre, I was put on a fake high.
The wedding soon ended, still, nothing. While walking down the aisle, everyone was clapping, awkwardly, every single one of them knows its bullshit.
"Sara, I'm--" Andre whispered,
"Don't" I continued smiling, assuring each one of them that I'm alright, we went to a separate room where we could freshen up before the reception,
"Can I talk to you? I need to talk to you"
"What do you want?"
"I know you know..."
"Of course I know! What the fuck!?" I took a long sigh, "But we will go out there, entertain and pose" my voice was quivering, holding in tears, "and dance and eat, like everything is alright"
We changed outfits, and headed to the reception.
The reception was over, and we said our goodbye's as we head to our hotel, then Italy. The ride to the hotel was pretty quiet, I was browsing Instagram posted some pictures and replied to their best wishes, Andre was also doing the same.
"I'll sleep in the couch" Andre said,
"Good, here" I handed him pillows and a comforter,
"Thanks! You wanna start opening the presents?"
"I'm tired, good night" I took off my makeup, showered, and wait straight to bed, what a wedding night.
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It's Tradition! | Andre Silva Fanfiction
FanfictionThe Silva and do Santos family has made an agreement for their first grandchildren to be arranged in marriage, 4 centuries later, it's now Andre and Cassandra's turn, will they make it out alive?