The Other Side.

49. The wedding

(Inspo. for the ceremony)

Thank you guys for the love and the well wishes. ❤❤ I'm slowly getting my life in order. My boyfriend is still a little under the weather but better than a couple of weeks ago. I really appreciate the positive words and encouragement, thank you a million times!!!

Also here's some side tea 👀👀 I think my mans is about to propose to a bitch. He's just been talking about us getting married and then he randomly asked me about rings and what I'd wanted a couple days ago. Maybe I'm overthinking it 🤷🏽‍♀️

Anyway!!

Sorry for the wait. And I apologize for any mistakes in advance! This is chapter is 5,000 plus words so this is a little long.

Side note for the side note:
Some of the words in italics are thoughts of the characters.

-Abby ❤

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Third person

"My love, why are you hiding in here? The wedding is about to start. I could've sworn I told Miguel to come get you, stupid boy. We're about to walk down." Amelia snapped her head at the sound of her husband's voice. Currently sitting in a near empty room that housed a few spare chairs and tables. She needed a quick escape from him. She took one of the bottles the waiters were serving to the guest while their back was turned. Max didn't get his drinking from just anywhere.

She bit the inside of her cheek as she swirled the neck of the bottle in her first; watching the aged liquor tornado around slowly. Amelia wrestled with giving a honest answer or giving the answer he wanted to hear.

Avoiding his gaze and keeping her focus on the bottle she chose her next words wisely. "I've done a lot of questionable things lately... And seeing one of my youngest children drunk and unhappy on his wedding day... I'm feeling a little... disgusted with myself."

Emiliano pinched the bridge of his nose fed up over the conversation already. "And why all of a sudden at the worst moment possible, do you have this sudden realization?"

"Because after seeing the way you just talked to him... Because part of the reason he's like that..." Tears rushed in her eyes making the bottle blur before her. "Is because of you." His sudden face of disinterest turned to one of annoyance. "But because I let you treat him like that it's my fault too."

Emiliano took a lone folding chair from across the room and dragged it in front of her. "Look at me." He rested his elbows on his thighs making his face a few inches from hers. She turned her head to look out the window. "I said look at me mi corazón." Jaw clenching and nostrils flaring she kept an averted gaze. "Look at me!" Putting a sudden grip on her narrow face he forced her focus on him. "You better fix her your attitude and get over this surprise pity party you're throwing yourself. All this feeling of "disgust" has nothing to do with me. You told me about me about Maxwell's whore and the poor child that came from their mistake of a relationship. You were right to tell me Lia. That's your own guilty conscious eating you up like this. You finally exhibited the loyalty I've been asking for after 38 years of marriage; and you're upset about it?" She tried to snatch her face away but he moved his hand down to put rough grip on her neck.