Meet Esteban, a carefree, 21 year old bachelor by day and bullfighter by night.
Since the night of his father's death, Esteban has made it his personal mission to kill every single bull in Espana, no matter what stood in his way.
But what happens...
"Oh Anais! It looks beautiful!" my friend Mariela gushed; her green eyes opened wide with excitement. My awkwardness soon took over as all eyes on the shop locked to me.
"I'm gonna try on another one" I grumbled and farted behind the curtain to change into another dress.
"So you do you think your abuela would ever approve of Este--"
"Shhh!" I cursed. Two darts shot from my eyes as I cautionedy friend for silence. No one could know what I had with Esteban.
"Lo siento...I mean...approve of the bullfighter" she grinned apologetically. I filled her in this morning on all things El Jefe. Mariela was my best friend so I had to tell her. But the relationship between Esteban and I could not leave her lips.
"Oh! I like this one mi amiga!" she grinned again. An attendant came from behind the counter to assist us.
"Is this appropriate for a bullfight?" I asked her. The short woman nodded in approval and smiled, "Although, you are missing one thing" she snapped her fingers together and went into a drawer to pull out a white lace headpiece. She pushed back my hair and stuck its comb into my bun.
"A veil?" I smiled as I looked at my relfection in the mirror, "am I getting married to the bull?" I joked.
"It is a mantilla; a traditional Spanish lace worn at religious festivals and bullfights" she lectured.
"How much?" I smiled. I loved how it rested against my shoulders.
"300 pesos" she laughed, snapping off the comb. She didn't think I had enough to afford it.
"That's expensive!" my friend chastised her.
"I can afford it" I smiled and nodded to the cahsier, "ring up two and this dress along with the one I am wearing"
"2?" my friend smirked.
"Yes, one for me and one for you." I shrugged, making her unzip the lace of the gown before I disappeared behind thé curtains again.
"Anais! No!" she protested, sitting down in a chair in the corner.
"You are coming with me to the fight tonight are you not?" I yell over the wall.
"Yes but I cannot accept it"
"The bullfighter said I have to be dressed in the best outfit. Why not have my best amiga match me?" I smile.
"Oh Anais! You're heart is too pure. I pray the bullfighter doesn't pollute it" she hugged me and kissed my cheek.
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The time for the event had finally arrived. Mariela had to come to my house to escort me to the church.
My grandma opened the door to the entrance and saw her dressed in her religious best. "Ahh Mariela. You look nice." my grandma cooed.
"Thank you senora. Anais and I are really excited for the church banquet" she lied. I rolled my eyes as I descended down the stairs. We would be late if we stayed for chit chat.
"Bye abuela! I love you" I kissed her cheek and ran out the doors.
"Wait Anais! You know I must approve your clothing before you leave the house"
I pouted as I turned around to face her.
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