Wrong Bride

Mia Madson

As I walked down that corridor, I thought what was I doing there? What was the real reason I was doing this? People were looking at me, whispering, and some of them had a smile that I couldn't tell if it was joy for being there to see a circus or if they were mocking me for my picturesque past, I felt like laughing. I smiled, after all everyone expected that from me. What does an actress do? She acts and plays her part. I didn't know half of those people, but they knew me, after all who doesn't know me? Let's say I'm a bit peculiar.

Everything was done in a hurry, but it's beautiful and look at those flowers? A brief observation. The white lilies that adorned the small chapel of the Geordano's property, I am impressed with such beauty and how money can pay for a party like this so quickly. The bouquet in my hands was perfect, the beautiful red roses that I chose myself, after all I was the bride. And the groom? My God, what perfection, but this I keep only for me, nobody needs to know this part. Everyone there wondered, why was Geovane Geordano marrying me? You know, I also wondered. After all, the Playboy, who enjoyed his life and liked to tell everyone that he would never get married, was marrying me. Right with me, I felt like laughing again, but I wasn't going to do that at my wedding. Yes, because I am at my wedding to one of the richest men in Italy.

Another thing that was very visible, was the groom's happiness, his face was so grumpy that anyone who saw that scene would not understand why all this staging, but after all I am an actress and I am acting, and he is the one who is not playing his role. After all, the agreement was that the two of you would play your parts. I know that my reputation is not that great, that I have some scandals, small ones, in my view, nothing too scandalous. But people like to talk, they talk about me without even knowing what is going on. The next thing I know, a simple smile of mine becomes matter for the whole internet.

Even though our wedding was held in the chapel of Geovane's family estate, we opted for a justice of the peace and not a priest, after all our marriage was not a real one, so why mess with the things of God, right?

"Do you accept Geovane Geordano, as your lawful husband?" - the judge says.

"Yes, I do," I make my best passionate face.

"Do you take Mia Madson, to be your lawful wedded wife?" - this time the judge says to him.

"Yes" - was all he replied and thickly - "I have no other choice" - it was apparent that he did not want to get married.

"I declare you married in the law of men and wish you all the best" - at last all the blah blah blah is over.

We left the church without even waiting for the photos or any other kind of ritual, especially the long-awaited kiss and I almost made a pout, waiting anxiously, after all who didn't want to kiss the beautiful man, but Geovane practically left in front of me going straight to the reception that would be outdoors. The sky that day was beautiful, and everything had a romantic air, the green of the place where it was chosen to put the tables, the white flowers and a rose in the middle of them gave a sophisticated and lonely air at that party and some tables were placed on the porch of the house for my husband's family since I didn't have many people to invite.

My husband, the playboy Geovane Geordano, was always with a glass of wine in his hands and away from me, I didn't make a point of being close to him either. People commented on the two of us, that was all that was talked about at that party, a sudden marriage with a moody groom, when I passed unnoticed by two ladies who commented on my reputation and said: "She is pregnant, that's why the wedding was so quick and she was still so cynical. The other responded by asking a question: is it really his child? It might not even be, I know the things she does". That girl is no good. I took a sip of my wine, and continued walking around, since I didn't know many people, when I got a fright.

"Come here," Geovane held my arm, catching me by surprise as I stood there listening to the conversation, and pulled me into the house.

"Hey, you're going to make me spill the wine on my wedding dress" - I laughed teasingly and he looked at me with an angry face that made me afraid - "Imagine a bride with a dress dirty with wine, they'll say that's not a good sign and that can bring bad luck to the couple" - the hate in his eyes was so visible that I got scared.

I kept running after him and that dress wouldn't let me go fast and why did I choose such a tight dress? It wouldn't let me walk and he with his long legs took long strides and I couldn't keep the same pace as him. We entered the house and he went straight to the office, opened the door and came in, he ran behind the big wooden desk and opened a drawer, from there he took out a folder and threw it to me sliding it.

"What's this? Some kind of wedding present? I didn't know you'd be nice" - of course I mocked him, by then I'd had a lot of wine.

"This is our divorce settlement."

"I knew our marriage wouldn't last, but I didn't imagine it would be this quick" - gee, he didn't even wait.

"Mia, don't be hypocritical, you and I don't want this marriage, this whole mess, just sign it and we'll be free of each other" - I really didn't want to, but it couldn't be that quick, I needed time.

"And if I don't sign?" - I ask worried.

"You will sign, even if I have to force you to."

"No, I don't have to sign anything, that wasn't our agreement. We'll be in all the papers, like the couple who didn't stay married an hour.

"Mia, stop being stubborn and sign this, can't you see that I don't want this, this clownish marriage, I don't even know how I could have agreed to this, this circus they've set up. Don't make me force you to sign."

"I want one month" - I asked, already panicking.

"One month? What do you mean?" - he makes a face like he doesn't understand anything.

"I want our marriage to last a month, that's all I ask, that's all" - I almost beg, and if I had to I would do it.