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Aaron: Yes, I’m hiding in the bathroom. Charo was trying to sneak a photo of
me with her phone. Martíns are relentless creatures.
That had me snorting so hard that the makeup artist ended up brushing
eye shadow all across my forehead. She tried to play it cool, but I could tell
she was pissed.
But none of that was the reason why I was pretty sure I was a big, dumb,
foolish idiot.
Somehow, somewhere between slipping into my velvety fawn heels and
the graceful, airy burgundy gown I was wearing, my head had started
spinning questions. Important ones. Will I be able to find Aaron in the
crowd? And also: Will he be okay? Will he get to the venue and find his seat?
And the star of the show: Maybe I won’t see him until after the ceremony.
What if I can’t find him?
So, when I came to my place to the right of the bride, on a glorious
summer day, surrounded by arrangements of peonies in all shades of baby
pink and pearly white, in front of the people who had seen us grow and turn
into the women we were today, my head turned.
My gaze effortlessly zeroed in on a pair of ocean-blue eyes.
And all those questions immediately died out.
What a big, dumb, foolish idiot I had been to even question that my eyes
wouldn’t be drawn to Aaron Blackford in a matter of seconds. How in the
world could they not?
He was dazzling, standing under the sun in a navy-blue suit. And when he
smiled, that wide and furtive grin that I was beginning to think was only for
me, I swore he could have blinded me if I hadn’t blinked. That smile—
Aaron’s smile, his handsome face, him completely and entirely—made my
knees weak and my chest tight.
That was exactly why, once the ceremony ended and Gonzalo made a
show out of eating Isabel’s face right then and there for everybody attending
to see, I turned around on shaky legs. The crowd proceeded to throw rice and
confetti as the bride and groom made their way down the aisle, and by the
time they were jumping inside a yellow Volkswagen Beetle to drive to where
they’d have a pre-dinner photo shoot, everybody started shuffling to the
restaurant area. A quiet silence was left behind, except for the sound of my
heart, which was trying to stumble right out of my throat.
Aaron waited by the exit, standing with his hands in the pockets of his