Episode 3

My tears kept falling, I couldn't contain them, Thomas' photo got soaked with my tears.

My father opened the door, I quickly hid Thomas' photo under my pillow.

Vicente: What's wrong, my girl? Why are you crying? If you're not sure about getting married, please tell me. I won't force you into anything, my little one. (Patting her back gently)

Isabel: Don't worry, father, I'm not crying about the wedding. I'm crying because I'll have to leave you alone in this huge house. If I get married, maybe my husband will fall in love with me and we'll be happy. (She lied while looking at her slightly anxious father)

Vicente: Alright, little one, rest. Tomorrow will be a long day. I love you. (He kissed her forehead)

Isabel: I will, father. Don't worry about me. I'll be fine. I'll get married and we'll save the company, okay? (Taking her father's hands and kissing them)

My father left the room, I lay down and kept crying until I eventually fell asleep.

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I woke up and checked my clock. It was eight in the morning. Today, I have to get married and the wedding is at ten, so I don't have much time.

I got up, saw Xime still sleeping, tossed some money at her, got dressed, left the room, and Miguel was waiting for me.

Miguel: How was your night, buddy? That woman looked like a wildcat. Oh, by the way, I have a terrible headache. (He took a painkiller) I don't think I'll be able to make it to your wedding.

Santiago: What are you talking about? In an hour, I'll be waiting for you at my house. (Said in a serious tone, ignoring his main question) See you later, don't be late.

Miguel: Alright, boss. (Putting his hand on his head, unable to bear the pain)

I headed home, and my father was furious. Today, I'm getting married and I wasn't even at home.

I quickly took a shower, got ready, put on my suit, and went straight to the church. There were only twenty minutes left until this farce would begin.

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I woke up again, pinched myself to make sure I wasn't dreaming. Well, more than a dream, it was a nightmare. Although I don't know my future husband, there are many things said about him.

They say he's bitter, arrogant, pretentious, and of course, a womanizer. That's the least of my concerns; I can handle it. What hurts the most is Thomas, who keeps calling me persistently. Thank God he doesn't know yet that I'm getting married.

It became public knowledge that the eldest son of the D'agostino family was getting married, but they didn't know who to. So, for now, I'm at ease.

I quickly got up, took a long shower, and the makeup artist was waiting along with the hairstylist who would do my hair.

Makeup artist: I'll make you look beautiful. You're already very pretty, so it will be easy. (She said while looking at Isabel and applying different products to her face)

Isabel: Thank you very much, miss. (She said without enthusiasm, evident in her expression)

Hairstylist: What would you like me to do with your hair, miss? (She said while styling it)

Isabel: Whatever you decide is fine for me, don't worry. (She said again without enthusiasm)

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