05

"You are like a fallen angel I caught in my arms. So beautiful, so innocent and bright."

"Esta todo listo?" [Is everything ready?]

Alvaro Dominguez asked the man beside him, Marco Roman.

"Si, señor." [Yes, sir] the man replied, "The bride is on her way, ready for the wedding."

Alvaro raised his brows. For him, it was not a wedding. It was simply two people signing papers and accepting rings.

He disagreed with his friend, but he dared not say anything.

He didn't care what would happen a few hours from now.

He wasn't looking forward to meeting his soon-to-be wife, either. 

Somehow, his instincts say that his bride would be spoiled and arrogant, just like any other woman he had met. 

They were all the same to him.

But he was clueless of the truth. He decided not to check out the girl's file and background because 'he just knew' that she was what every other woman is... a bitch.

Oh, how clueless he was.

#

Sweet Genevieve watched as the car she was in moved along the road and trees. She couldn't contain her excitement; it has been a long time since she'd been in a car.

"Excuse me, Sir?" her gentle voice asked the man driving the vehicle "Is the ride still long?"

The man, enticed by the girl's beauty, took a long time before saying "A little, Ma'am. About two hours until the city."

She thanked the man and looked out the window once again. She said goodbye to her Mama Emilia earlier this day, her Mama silently crying and Genevieve caressing her back.

The goodbye was painful for the both of them.

But Genevieve had to be strong. For her Mama.

Her mother and Mr. Gomez explained that she was to be wedded today, but she still wondered.

If she was getting married today, why wasn't she wearing a wedding dress?

Wasn’t the bride supposed to wear white, beautiful gowns?

Why wasn't her Mama with her? She wanted her mother to be with her on her special day.

There was also no planning on her part. No invitation to her college friends, no picking of flowers or bouquets, no cake tasting, nothing.

'Is my wedding really today?' she thought 'Maybe there was a mistake?'

She didn't want a boring wedding.

Sure, she didn't want anything grand, but she wanted her wedding to be full of laughs and chatter. Not... this.

Genevieve disliked the idea of not knowing anything on her day. Her lips pouted, already not liking how her wedding day is turning out.

Add to the list that she disliked is the fact the she hadn't heard or seen her groom.

'What was he like?' she wondered again. 'Was he handsome? Did he tower my small height? Does he like flowers? Did he have any pets at his house? What was his home like?'

Dozens of questions flooded her mind, and minutes later, she found herself leaning on the car window. Eyes closing, mind shutting down.

Genevieve fell into a quick nap, not knowing what was waiting for her in the city.

#

Alvaro was getting impatient. He knew traffic was an obstacle in the highway, with vehicles going in and out of the city, but he had many things to do aside from waiting for his late bride.

He didn't bother calling his driver to ask where they were, he wasn't going to answer while driving.

He cracked his neck and fists, willing himself to prolong his patience and not punch the closest thing to him.

Why was he waiting around for a spoiled bitch?

His thoughts stopped when he saw his slick black car park outside the window. Finally. 

He and Marco were at the Mayor's office, ready to sign marriage papers away. And now, his bride has arrived.

He went out the door, forehead creasing as to what's taking so long. 

Was the woman waiting for him to open her door for her?

'Hell no.' he thought. He wasn't going to open doors for anyone anytime soon.

But as his driver nervously glanced at him and not seeing a shadow by the window, he knew what was happening. 

The girl was asleep. 

"M****a." [Shit]

He didn't want to waste any more time. So, with haste, he immediately went to the Genevieve's side of the door and opened it.

He wasn't expecting what came next.

Long, brown hair surrounded her soft face. Small eyes and nose, round lips. 

A beauty found her way into his arms. 

His breathing stopped. Her scent, oh her sweet scent. She smelled so good and sweet.

Alvaro wrapped his arms around her shoulders, feeling how small she was compared to him.

His impatientness and anger disappeared, replaced with softness as he longingly looked at the girl in his arms.

He had no clue what was happening to him.

All he knew was that he made the right decision to agree to Gomez's proposal.