Living With My Hispanic Husband

Chapter 1-The Beginning of the Chapter

Ah, yes.
It was that perfect day.
Where absolutely nothing could stand in the way.
A night where memories will be made.
An absolutely flawless night.

The wedding day.

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"Hey my sugar sweetie pie baby cakes!! You forgot your veil!" My mom screamed in utter panic as she ran into the room with her Red Christian Louboutin So Kate 120 Patent Leather Pumps. She quickly fumbles around with the veil in her hands while quietly cussing. Yes, this is normal.

"Mom, calm dow-"

"I AM CALM!" Her erratic breathing filling the room from silence. After what seems like countless minutes-hours of her trying to compose herself, she finally clips the veil in place and breathes out.

I walk to the mirror in the corner of the room and look at the reflecting glass, my hair a mess. Completely normal.

"Oh, sorry honey buns," she walks up behind me and fixes my hair, "today is a big day for me, you know. Psh, if anything, it feels like I'm getting married to Nick." She scoffs and looks at me in the mirror. I disregard the comment and breathe in deeply. This is happening, I'm marrying the love of my life.

My thoughts were interrupted by a frantic knock on the door. I pick up the bottom of my fluffy dress and hurry to the door, opening it to reveal a man dressed in a tuxedo.

"It's go time."

Those three words aren't what caught me off guard. The red masked man turned around and walked off, revealing a patch ironed on the back of his suit in bright pink-

"She likes the D"

I quickly rush after him and tap on his shoulder, "What's that?" Crossing my arms, I stare at him as he turns around.

"My catch phrase." I sigh and facepalm. This day couldn't get any better.

"You know what? Just go," He looks at me, confused, slowly walking away, "Go!" He runs down the hall like a child chasing a dog, tripping over his own feet and faceplanting into the ground.

"Ow."

I roll my eyes and turn back around, looking at my mom.

"Are you ready pumpkin butter?" She looks at me nervously and grabs onto the hem of my dress, fumbling with it and pushes me out of the room. Jesus I guess I am.

I walk down the hall and stand in line, behind my bridesmaids. They all wear a tacky bright yellow Solace London Mirabelle Plissé Chiffon Maxi Dress. I didn't tell them to wear that. They chose this, but they oddly pull it off, especially Angela Kinsey. You can barely see her hands and it's more of a baggy T-shirt than a dress. Oh yes, and Kim Kardashian really knows how to fit into that dress-wait...her dress just ripped.

"Journey!" She squeals and runs over to me, mascara staining her cheeks, "My dress ripped! I have a hole in my ass!"

"Don't we all?" I raise an eyebrow, "Maybe you should sew it up."