Chapter 103 The Wedding

• The next hour feels surreal.
• After calling off his henchmen, Patrick introduces me to a wizened old man wearing a Catholic priest’s robes. The man doesn’t speak English, so I nod and pretend to follow along as he chatters at me in rapid-fire Spanish. It’s embarrassing to admit, but the only Spanish I know is from my classes in high school. When I was growing up, my parents spoke English in the house, and I didn’t spend enough time with my abuela to pick up anything more than a few basic phrases.
• When my introduction to the priest is over, Patrick leads me to another room—a small office that has a desk and two chairs. As soon as we get there, two young women enter the room. One of them brings in a long white dress, while the other one carries shoes and accessories. They’re friendly and excited, chatting with me in a mix of Spanish and English as they start doing my hair, and I try to respond in kind. However, my answers come out awkward and wooden, the growing knot of dread in my chest preventing me from acting like the eager young bride they expect to see. Noticing my lack of enthusiasm, Patrick shoots me a dark glare, then disappears, leaving the women to fuss over me.