Played like a Guitar - Chapter 24: Chapter 24

"Hurry up, I'm gonna be late!" - I yelled at Elektra, who was struggling to conceal the huge dark circles around my sleep deprived eyes.
"It's a concealer Noah, not a miracle worker." Once she applied the entire bottle, I gathered enough confidence to check myself out in the hand mirror.
"Well, considering you woke up half an hour ago, you look...adequate enough." - Leo failed to console me.
"Oh please, the outfit is so BOMB, no one will even care about those heavy eye bags. Look at you, so elegant and sophisticated!" - I pretended to switch poses like a model, with my matte black pants and white blazer with black pockets and lapel. I chose an approachable formal look, but nothing too fancy to draw unnecessary attention. "With all those celebrities around, no one will even notice you." I threw the mirror onto the bed but it bounced right off the edge, the glass smashing against the wooden floor. Ugh, why am I so clumsy whenever I'm in a rush?
"Don't worry, I'll clean it. Just go!" - El reassured, pushing me to the door.
"Thanks love, I'll see you guys later at the party!" - I gave her a fat smooch on the cheek before disappearing outside. Majorly disoriented, I asked random folks for directions every five minutes to ensure I was on the right track. It seemed like the world was preventing me from making it on time, as a random parade was taking place in one of the main streets we passed through last night. Go around and take the longer road, or push my way to the Cathedral?
Checking the time on my watch, I dived right into the crowd, a real human tsunami ready to crush me to bits if I were to stand in its way. People with flags, instruments and posters all were clustered together like a can of sardines in this slender street. I squeezed through the right side, trying not to stumble against the cafe chairs and tables filled with tourists. Trumpets buzzed into my ears only inches away and feet kept stepping on my new shoes, making me regret choosing this path. Alright, halfway there, no turning back now! The moment I squeezed out of the crowd, a dark cat jumped out of a restaurant onto the table next to me, spilling a glass of red wine all over my white blazer. I opened my mouth, wishing to scream until every glass within a mile radius shattered, but I kept my composure. Are you fucking kidding me?! This isn't happening right now...
The passersby laughed at my misfortune, as I was covered in wine and humiliation. What the hell do I do now? The last rows of the parade passed, allowing me to analyze the nearby shops for any clothing stores. As expected, not a single one was in sight. The only option left was the sweater seller, to whom I prayed internally would have something appropriate for me not to make a complete fool of myself on every magazine and news channel tomorrow.
"What can I do for yer, sham?" - an old man with a long grey beard asked with the strongest accent I've ever heard, but his question answered itself upon seeing the disaster that was my wedding suit. No words required.
"Let me clap what oi can fend." - he mumbled an alien language, whatever that meant. He proceeded to roam around the store but all I could see were sweaters (who would've thought?), cardigans and T-shirts with Irish flags and shamrocks. He approached one of the corners where an adult-sized leprechaun costume stood. Does he plan on...? No freaking way. No, no, no!
"This is al' oi 'av." - he said, showing me the green jacket with three black buttons, confirming my biggest fear. Going back to our accommodation was not an option since Leo and El probably left already and took the only pair of keys with them. I was even doubting whether the wedding was even worth attending dressed like a clown, but the costly tickets we paid shall not go to waste. "You flied all the way here to see the man who broke your heart twice, get married. You're a clown already." - the voice couldn't resist adding. I'm the whole circus, excuse you! Ah, the things I'm willing to do for that bastard. I tried the green piece on in front of the mirror, afraid to see my reflection.
"Looks gran' ter me." - he commented, although not entirely wrong. Sure, green wasn't the most flattering color on me, and the size was a bit small, but it served its purpose. Whatever, just take my money already. The senior removed my bill proudly and waved as I left his cursed store.
Crossing the bridge towards the cathedral, its grandiose Renaissance-inspired architecture justified its spot as one of the most important landmarks the city had to offer. A beautiful dome was constructed on the roof, along with a few rose windows on the sides. The parking spaces were packed and I could already recognize the paparazzi waiting patiently from afar. Wasn't the ceremony supposed to be private? But again, two celebrities getting married in the city's main cathedral could not go by unnoticed. As soon as I got closer, only they were present in front of the entrance, with no hints of the bride and groom (eww!). Checking my watch again, the ceremony had already begun and I was late. Referring to the guard, my name was the only one left uncrossed from the list. So much for making a good first impression.
Gesturing a quick sign of the cross before entering the side entrance, I was blown away by the narthex with its tall grey pillars and red carpet stretched until the altar. Behind the officiant stood a crucifixion statue of Jesus, with purple light shining on it from the dome above. Only a few rows of pews were occupied, so I settled down on the fourth one on the right side, closely monitored by the other attendees who I assumed were his relatives and close friends, oblivious as to who I was. There was not a single familiar face in sight, except for Benjamin sitting in the second row on the left side where Jamie's close ones were seated. Too late to change sides now, guess I'll stay here with Valentina's acquaintances.
A few minutes of uneasy silence was broken by the organ playing, marking the beginning of the ceremony. The side door opened anew, from which a man in a sacramento green suit, white shirt and orange bow tie emerged. The groom. Bloody hell, he looked like an angel sent from above. The barber did an amazing job on his fresh side fade and perfectly trimmed beard, no hair longer than the other. In contrast to me, his skin was crystal clear and did not appear tired, even with the same amount of sleep. His brand new caramel leather shoes, vintage watch and calla lily boutonniere completed the drop-dead gorgeous outfit. At least one of us could pull off a green blazer and look hot as hell. Jamie scanned each row, nodding and smiling to the guests, until our gazes connected again. Even if I reassured him I would come, he still appeared dumbstruck. Maybe after yesterday's argument he didn't think I'd show up.
The main south entrance opened, and an old lady in a purple coat dress with a matching hat and gloves emerged, accompanied by a middle-aged couple, smiling from ear to ear. By simply observing the couple's facial features and wife's hair color, I could easily tell it was his parents holding his grandma, excited to see their son become a man. The mother wore a lovely teal chiffon dress and a pair of yellow kitten heels, in great contrast to her husband's sleek black blazer and dark green kilt. Were they too clueless about the contract like their daughter, or did they take part in it? Right behind them were three pairs of bridesmaids in similar gold dresses, some tea length and others shorter than they should be considering the holy setting. They appeared to be international models, walking the carpet like it was London Fashion Week and not a traditional religious ceremony. What a disgrace.
Following up was the prettiest girl in the room, her usual long ginger hair twisted into a breathtaking side braid ponytail with a rose floral crown and a gold long sleeved flower girl dress, stealing the well-deserved spotlight from the wannabes. I noticed the ravishing cross necklace Jamie bought her in that antique shop back in Rome, and it made me want to pinch her adorable cheeks so bad. But still, she seemed a bit doleful for someone who's brother was getting married, not paying attention to any of the guests. After last night's conversation, I compulsively blamed myself for her state. She was too young to understand.
And finally, the pair everyone was patiently expecting to see, the bride holding arms with her wealthy father by her right side. His satin-trim black tuxedo screamed "filthy rich" in all languages, his oxford shoes looked professionally polished, and his red tie made him eligible to star in the next Godfather movie. I'd certainly be able to pay all my college tuition fees for the money he spent on that outfit alone. His greasy black hair was held back with a strong pomade, and his chevron mustache further contributed to the "don't mess with me" mafia look. On the other hand, Valentina's silk, strapless white mermaid gown complemented her slim body well, showing all the right curves and a bit of skin underneath, leaving a long train behind. At least she wasn't wearing a mini dress like I thought she would. Her usual voluminous black hair was tied up into a charming high bun with a few loose strands on the sides, accompanied by a fingertip veil at the back, highlighting her dusky skin tone and symmetrical face. As much as I hate to admit it, her beauty was truly celestial. The irony of it all, was that she still wasn't the right one for him. Personality over looks, what can I say?
Upon scrutinizing my debatable and unexpected outfit, she returned a sly smile, the one of a winner triumphing over her fallen enemies. I thought it wouldn't affect me, but damn did it hurt. I clenched my teeth and put my hands behind my back to hide the fists that desperately wanted to connect with her perfect dentistry. How come she didn't burn when entering this holy place? More importantly, why am I purposely torturing myself? How could I possibly think I would act like it was a regular wedding, when it was I who was supposed to be the one walking down this aisle? This. Isn't. Fair! Every step she approached him, my sharp fingernails dug deeper into my palms, causing them to bleed.
"Good afternoon ladies and gentleman. On behalf of Jamie and Valentina, I would like to welcome you all in this sacred place where people often gather to celebrate one of life's greatest moments, two individuals in love uniting through marriage to become lifetime partners. Thank you for sparing your time to witness this important part of their journey." - the priest welcomed us.
Lifetime partners? Breathe Noah, you can do this. Oh, dear Lord, that fake smile of his. He doesn't deserve this. No one does. I wished I had a million dollar check to give him and send her flying across the room. The officiant continued his speech, attempting to define marriage while I was trying hard to get a hold of myself. Both his grandma and Malory were overwhelmed, but tears of joy were coming from one pair of wrinkly eyes, and tears of despair from the other. Flashbacks resurfaced from our most wondrous journeys, the countless times I was foolish enough to believe we were destined for greatness. A cord was tied around their hands, symbolizing their eternal unity. Dripping in sweat and shaking like crazy, my heart was instances away from popping out of my chest.
"Will you, Valentina Marín Delgado, take away this hopeless romantic's chances at finding true love, for your own selfish purposes?" - the priest asked loudly.
"I do." - she replied assertively, nothing holding her back. How unexpected. He turned to the groom.
"Will you, Jamie O'Dea, sacrifice your life's dreams and reject the one your truly love to keep your beloved sister alive, until death do you part?" A longer pause followed, leaving the guests on the edge of their seats. Not even for a second did I believe he would say no. There was too much at stake.
"I do." - but his confirmation was hesitant. I can't imagine his current state of being, his answer determining the rest of his life.
"Very well. These two rings here represent their timeless love and devotion. They have no beginning and no end, a symbol of commitment and love. I would kindly ask each and every one of you who are present here on this day, family member or friend, to bless the rings and give your support for their marriage, before tying the knot and declaring them as wedded." Oh God no, just end me already! In other words, kiss the ring that his wife will be wearing instead of you.
To my misfortune, he started from the right side where I was seated, allowing me no time to contemplate my decision. The first rows all granted their blessings in unique ways so it was passed on briskly. The officiant only a few feet away, it was at this moment that your life decisions flash in front of your eyes. All those memories and feelings we've shared throughout the years, the ones that made me feel so weightless and merry, but also the ones that wretched my spirit, all reduced to dust. My biggest phobia of them all, apart from doom: regret. When wrinkles cover my thin pale skin, when everything is coming to an end, will I sit down and wonder how my life could've been had I protested this very day? If I do, will he dare speak to me again, afraid that I may ruin his only chance at keeping his sister by his side? "Kiss him goodbye, once and for all."
All these angry eyes staring at me, cursing me silently. "Do it." Unable to make the decision, I glanced at his miserable face one last time, sharing the same pain and devastation surging through my body. He wiped the wave coming from his ocean eye, nodding slowly, like it was all going to be alright. This wasn't one of those movies where the secret lover barges in, steals the groom and runs off to the sunset. No, this was reality. I nodded to the priest, passing on my blessing to the couple, my will to live depleted. What's done cannot be undone.
The priest continued to the back of the left side onto the front, where his family was seated. The final person was none other than his little sister, everyone delighted to see her response so the ceremony could continue. Instead, she didn't move a muscle.
"Malory?" - her mother tried accelerating the process, but the young redhead shook her head without blinking, leaving the priest's hand hanging in the air. Feeling a hundred pairs of eyes pressuring her to give her blessing, the freckled girl pushed the ring away from the priest's hand, sending the couple a wrathful and infuriated look. I'll be damned, that little one is feisty! That, I did not expect. What happens now?
"Just do it, Mal." - her brother pleaded across the hallway.
"NO!" - she yelled, her rage echoing throughout the cathedral, disturbing the attendees deeply. A hand swung through the air, slapping her into sense instantly. Oh God, no...
"How dare you talk like that in front of your brother! You should be ashamed of yourself!" - Mrs. O'Dea scolded, and a most unsettling silence followed. "I am terribly sorry, Father, her behavior is unacceptable. Please proceed. As for you, young lady, we will discuss this later." - she muttered while Malory held her hand against the swollen red cheek, silent as a rock, struggling to hold in her sobs. Poor girl. Mrs. O'Dea glanced nervously at Mr. Delgado, who was clearly displeased with her daughter's behavior.
"Ahem, now that uh...everyone has given their blessings, the couple may share their vows." - the priest resumed his speech, although clearly shocked by the scene. They both unfolded their written vows, not in love enough to remember them by heart, like the two of us would. After her dreadful attempt at denouncing her love in English, her friends clapped back like she won a Nobel Peace Prize for her excellent speech, but only because they were paid to do so.
To sum things up from my realistic perspective: "Mi amor, I love you because you're the only partner not wealthy enough to reject my daddy's offer, and you have a smoking hot body as a bonus, so there's that.", to which he replied "I'm just here for the money, that's all." The vows were complete, the cords have been tied, the rings exchanged. The end.
"By the power of love, commitment, and the one vested in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife! You may kiss the bride." I looked away before their lips could connect, too dizzy and nauseous to observe the horrific sight. After a few seconds, I looked up expecting it to be over, only to be petrified by Valentina shoving her tongue down his throat. Oh, bloody hell! This is a sacred place, for fuck's sake! I swear, even the statue of Jesus looked away. He pushed her discreetly in embarrassment, as bedazzled as I was. Applause filled the room, as the newly-wed couple walked down the aisle towards the exit together. He was still heavily moved by Malory's reaction, staring at an invisible dot the entire time.
The bridesmaids ran down the stairs, anxiously waiting for Valentina to throw the flower bouquet. I stood at the very back, waiting to hear where the wedding venue was to be held, although it was the last place I wanted to go, feeling awfully empty inside. She obviously had to pose for the paparazzi first, giving them all the good angles for the world to see. She threw the bouquet dramatically, making it fly all the way in the back and land in front of my feet. Did she really expect me to pick it up? Or did she do it on purpose, just to see my reaction? Either way, I stepped over it, pretending it was an accident while walking away. The bridesmaids stumbled upon each other, picking up the crushed petals and stems. Pathetic.
Far on the other side, stood their mother cursing at Malory for the scene she caused earlier. Jamie was observing them from the stairs, still disconnected from the world. I took the opportunity to approach and congratulate him on his new status as a husband.
"Spare me the bullshit, Noah, we both know you don't mean it. Look, I want to apologize about last night, it wasn't fair for me to put you in that position. You were right about everything." - he admitted, but it didn't contribute to anything.
"Yeah, last night was weird for all of us. Thank you for telling me about the contract, your secret is safe with me. She'll be alright, just give her some time to process everything." - we both looked at her sorrowfully.
"I hope so, everything I've done so far was for her to be happy. Do you plan on coming to the party?"
"I don't know, should I? I feel a bit out of place, to be honest." - I confessed, scratching my head. He laughed for the first time, on his own goddamn wedding day.
"So do I." - he said, chuckling in a deeply sad way. Looking at it now, this was far from from his ideal wedding. I think he would've preferred something more personal and intimate. No press, no guests, just two lovers craving to tie the knot.
"I'm sure Malory could use some company there. Besides, you two didn't have time to catch up. That was the whole point of this trip, right? Also, I put a plus two next to your name on the guest list so your friends are more than welcome to join us." I could almost hear Elektra screaming of joy from the other side of the city.
"Picture time!" - Valentina interrupted our conversation, carrying her husband away in front of the photographer. He hinted with his hands for me to come along.
"Say cheese!" - we smiled for the picture, with Valentina stuck in between. I was about to put my hand behind her waist but changed my mind last second, afraid I may contract whatever disease she had. Instead, his hand reached out all the way towards mine, squeezing it tightly.
"Darling, mind if the photographer takes one just with the two of us?" - he asked politely, pushing her away. Yeah, keep walking bitch! And so the two leprechauns posed, much like they did in that photo booth not too long ago, bringing back some damn good memories, a time where they thought things could be different. As always, he had to puncture the sides of my abdomen (my weak points) to make me laugh. I was so obsessed with triumphing over Valentina that I didn't realize that maybe all it took was to have him as a friend, someone to talk to and rely on when things got heavy. But then his words from last night resurfaced: "I don't think that will ever happen". Could we ever resort to being just friends? Surely not after reaching such a deep level of passion and intimacy. Everyone was smiling towards our direction, happy to see the groom come to life, except for the lonely ginger girl sitting by herself. She knew well the reason behind that true smile.
It was so strange, seeing all these people here celebrating love that wasn't even there, convinced that the fake stories and acts were part of their reality. How long until the media starts noticing that something is off? How long until one of them breaks? Sooner than expected, as I was about to experience a series of events that would alter the courses of our lives forever.