Page 120 of Stronger Than Fate
“For me too,” I responded, my eyes shining with emotion.
“What about me?” whispered Lolo.
“If that day comes, I’ll walk in with both of you, one on each side.”
“I like that,” said Lolo.
“Me too,” affirmed Bastián with a big smile. “But don’t rush because you’re very young, take all the time you want.”
I smiled and didn’t say anything more, dedicating myself to enjoying the wedding. The doors opened, and there, standing ready to enter, were Sara and her father. They entered arm in arm and began the walk toward the altar. My uncle looked emotional, and I couldn’t see Sara’s face because she had decided to wear a white organza veil that covered it, but I assumed she would be as emotional as or more emotional than her father. They reached the altar, and the groom received her with a big smile. At that moment, I saw Niky who, along with another girl, was arranging the dress and veil so that while she was at the altar, all the details of that incredible design would be showcased.
“The dark-haired girl is Niky, my friend,” I commented to my brothers.
“Woollardy’s sister?” asked Lolo, and I nodded.
“She looks quite a bit like him,” said Bastián.
“Yes; she’s invited to the reception and she’s at our table.”
“Is he invited too?” asked Lolo, with a surprised face.
“No; only Niky because she was the one who made her wedding dress. I already told you she’s a renowned designer.”
When Niky finished her task, she headed toward one side of the altar. At that moment, I looked at her and discreetly signaled for her to come over to us. She immediately came to our pew. I introduced her to my brothers, and she sat next to me. She was radiant and couldn’t stop smiling.
“I see you’re very happy,” I whispered to her.
“Actually, I’m a little nervous.”
“If it’s about the dress, I assure you it’s spectacular.”
“Yes, isn’t it? She looks beautiful in it.”
“She looks gorgeous.”
About fifteen minutes into the religious service, suddenly the doors of the parish opened again and someone entered shouting:
“Stop the wedding!”
We all turned to see the man who was trying to stop the ceremony amid collective murmurs and even stifled screams.
My heart stopped completely and I had to hold onto my brother's arm or I would have landed on the floor.
It was Henry.
Was Henry in love with Sara? I couldn’t believe fate could be so cruel.
“What is this man doing here?” asked Bastián, with deadly seriousness.
“He’s gone crazy,” affirmed Lolo.
“My brother isn’t crazy, he’s in love,” affirmed Niky.
“He’s in love with my cousin? I can’t believe this man has so little shame,” said Bastián.
I couldn’t believe what I was seeing, and even though I heard and observed everything that was happening, it was as if I were in a parallel universe.
“Dalina, let’s go,” ordered Bastián, taking me by the arm.
