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Nicomaine
Hi! I'm Nicomaine, you can call me Nics for short. Another day, another wedding to attend... and as usual, it's not mine. Hay!
I stare at myself in the mirror once the makeup artist is done. He really did a great job and I was thankful. My hair was up in a messy bun, with tendrils falling delicately on my face, my eyes done in a way that made them pop out, my lips in a muted shade so as not to divert attention from my eyes, and this contour job made my cheekbones look sharper than they actually were.
The dress I was given was a blush, off-shoulder creation by one of the country's top designers, who was a family friend of the bride. It perfectly accentuated my favorite features, my shoulders and my legs.
Another of my friends was getting married, and though I am very happy for her, I can't help but feel a bit melancholy that here I was still a bridesmaid. I normally don't care, but during a wedding ceremony that thought often crosses my mind.
Oh well. Time to get up and prepare for the photos.
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Rj
Hi, I'm Rj.
I'm getting married today.
Cassandra and I met through common friends. Then, we found ourselves single at the same time a few years back and we decided to give a romantic relationship a shot.
Ganun lang. Inuman, usap, kami na.
We both came from complicated break ups so we didn't want any of the drama.
Last year, she hinted that she felt like she wanted to get married. "Most of my friends are getting married already and I feel like... napapag-iwanan na ako."
To which I said, "Okay. Let's do it."
Ganun lang. Usap. Engaged na.
But, as soon as we started wedding preparations, I wanted to back out. Even circumstances seemed against it.
The venue we booked for our reception was suddenly closed because they were sued by a group of people for food poisoning.
The suit I commissioned was lost a few weeks before the wedding. We decided to just get off-the-rack, and strangely, no department store had my size. I settled for an old suit that still fit.
The printers screwed up the invitations. Our wedding hashtag, which was supposed to be #Jay&Cass2018 was printed as #JaCass2018.
I laughed but Cassandra hated it. We became the butt of jokes, so we scrapped the use of a hashtag altogether.
"Ang dami namang mali! Ano ba yan? Are the fates trying to tell us something?!" Cassandra complained. "Huwag na kaya natin ituloy?"
My first thought was, Wag na nga kaya? But, I said, "Ikaw?"
No one said anything more. It remained unspoken that we would push through with the wedding.
But, I was bothered.
In the split second that we considered not marrying, I felt something I hadn't felt in a long time: hope.
