MARIED CAMUCHO

01. The Substitute Bride

Black shoes with high heels were heard knocking on the floor, accompanying each step as it entered a room with two large, light-brown door cubicles.

The woman clad in black clothes was looking annoyed at the bride in front of her who was sitting gracefully while arranging makeup using a small mirror.

"What's this supposed to be? You told me about your marriage all of a sudden" Dayana Harvey said during a protest.

The woman in white dress the bride glanced at Dayana casually. "I told you I was getting married."

"But you just told me that the wedding was today" Dayana protested to her sister, Rebecca Harvey. "You didn't even tell Mom and Dad?"

"Why are you wearing that shirt? You consider my wedding a day of mourning?" asked Rebecca who was now observing Dayana's appearance with a strange look on her face.

"I happened to be attending my friend's grandmother's funeral" Dayana said, shrugging her shoulders.

"That's it. Change your clothes, sana! I've prepared a nice suit for you" said Rebecca, who got up to get ready.

His head accidentally went out the window. It was seen that some people carrying cameras were holding each other shoulder to shoulder hiding in several places, including bushes.

"Oh, ****!" bakstah's curse reflex crouching.

Dayana was shocked to see the strange behavior of her brother who seemed to be hiding from something.

"What's wrong with you?" ask Dayana.

Rebecca pointed at the window. "Look outside. Are they journalists?"

Dayana walked up to the window and observed some people who were settling and hiding in some bushes and even trees.

"Looks." There was a camera in those people's hands.

"Oh, no. I can't be caught by them" Rebecca's monologue who was walking while crouching approached a nearby locker room.

"What's wrong with you, Bec?" dayana asked in surprise.

"Nobody can cover me getting married today. My image would be ruined if I were caught having a lover all this time and would marry her now".

Dayana twists lazy eyeball. "Come on, Rebecca. The virgin goddess is just a title that is useless to you."

"You don't understand, Day. The name of the Virgin Goddess is what makes me known to many people until now."

"Then what? You want to call off the wedding all of a sudden just because there's a reporter and you don't want to lose your virgin title?"

Rebecca nibbled her nails while thinking hard to find a solution to her wedding. He can not waste the beautiful decorations and funds spent quite a lot by the lover. Rebecca wanted the event to continue until its completion without arousing public suspicion of her and the title "Virgin Goddess" from her was removed.

"Day, you want to help me?" rebecca asked with a serious look at Dayana.

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"You ready?" ask someone to the bridegroom.

Arturo Camucho in his raincoat nodded steadily. He returned to prepare himself before meeting his future wife who was soon walking to their wedding altar outside the room.

Arturo aimed the netra at the woman wrapped in a long white dress dragged by her every step of the way into the altar. Her beautiful face was covered in a thin cloth made of organdi, so Arturo had to endure the patience to see the woman who would become his wife.

The two of them are facing each other now. Arturo kept staring at the woman Rebecca thought she was. But, the thought then became a doubt when his eyes were accidentally fixed on the fingers of the woman in front of him who was holding a small bouquet of flowers.

If that woman wasn't Rebecca, then who was she?

The wedding procession begins. Arturo continued to stare at Rebecca's thoughtfully closed face as long as the priest gave her the do'a and guidance for the wedding vows.

Arturo began to shake her hand as the two of them had to prepare to voice the wedding vows.

"Me, Arturo Camucho... Take you, Dayana Harvey, to be my wife... "

WHWHAT?

"Woman?" call the priest who makes Dayana flinch from daydreams. It turns out Arturo has voiced the marriage promise until it is complete.

"I-i... L'm... Dayan... Dayan... Harvey... Take you, Arturo... To..."

Dayana glanced at the few reporters who were already seen picking up her ganbar from their various hiding places.

How'this?

Amidst the anxiety, Dayana felt Arturo's hand grip become tight as if beckoning.

"For... Being husband. I promise to love and respect you from this day forward, for better, for worse, for rich, for poor... All the... All the days of our lives, until death do us part.." continued Dayana stammered.

"You can kiss each other now" said the priest.

Dayana blinked in surprise to see Arturo holding the end of the cloth covering his face which was then lifted rather slowly.

Now, the faces of the two of them without any cover were facing each other. Dayana gulped in panic even though Arturo just threw a flat highlight, as if he had no problem whatsoever.

Czechoslovakia! Czechoslovakia! Czechoslovakia!

The sound of footsteps from some people began to arrive. They took pictures of the bride and groom at the altar enthusiastically.

But when they realized that the woman's face was not the target, they were quite disappointed and astonished.

"He's not Rebecca?"

"What'sthis? Did we come to the wrong wedding?"

"Who has spread this stupid rumor? It's futile!"

Amidst the reporters' complaints, Arturo cupped Dayana softly and then moved his face so that their lips stuck together.

Why did he kiss me?

The kiss was also released. Dayana blinked her eyes innocently because she did not understand anything that happened to her.

Meanwhile Arturo casually stroked Dayana's already sparkling lower lip. He commented a fleeting smile as if forced while stroking Dayana's head while bringing his lips closer to his ear to whisper something.

"Just smile. They're filming us."

Dayana glanced at some journalists who apparently chose to take their picture because they knew Arturo as well as a figure known to the public.

Forcibly, Dayana reviewed an awkward smile while waving her hands as if she were Miss Universe.

I didn't think it would be like this...

Dayana started glancing towards Arturo who was gently embracing her shoulder, leading her to descend from the altar. Even a gentle attitude with continued hand holding made Dayana gawk.

"Why are you still quiet?" tanya Arturo jerks daydream.

"What?"

"You don't want to go? Want to stay here to enjoy your wedding?"

Dayana's forehead wrinkled deep. "You-"

"Do you want me to carry?" haggling Arturo suddenly with a look so flat as if his words just now did not give any impression.

"You're crazy!" decis Dayana moved down the stairs independently while painstakingly dragging her dress.

Suddenly his legs almost slipped and fell, but Arturo immediately caught his body. The incident also made the reporters who were about to leave now turn back to get a picture of romance both.

"It's so messy" whispered Arturo that Dayana immediately distanced herself from the man.