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Murphy's law

If my father thought I would give up on getting married, it's because he doesn't know the daughter he has.

"Congratulations on your grades," my father says, examining my report card. "Now only college remains..."

"Here it is," I say, handing him my acceptance letter to the University of Barcelona for the Law course. He opens it, showing great satisfaction as he reads my letter. "Now you can give your blessing for my wedding, sir."

"Yes, Dalia," my father says, taking off his reading glasses. I wanted to jump for joy, but I notice that my parents have a disappointed expression, which confuses me since I did exactly what he wanted. My father looks at me and says, "You know, Dalia, during these past few months, I always thought you would give up on this madness and change your mind."

"Well, then you don't know me well, Daddy," I say, leaning against the table. "I will never give up on Carlos..."


After my father gave his blessing, I had to rush with the preparations for my engagement. After all, we had decided to get engaged a month before the start of college classes and get married two months later. To be more precise, we had three months for the engagement and two for the wedding.

The first thing I decided to expedite was finding our lace. Carlos was completely against looking for another house since he considered his place ideal for us. Of course, I disagreed with his plans and stood my ground. After all, it wasn't even his place, it was rented. It was also tiny and wouldn't even accommodate my friends for a visit or a party.

"No, Carlos. A home is a must for newlyweds," I say, repeating the saying my mother always says.

"But Dalia..." Carlos tries to argue, interrupted by my lips. I feel someone stirring down below, so I pull away with a smile.

"I knew you would agree with me," I say, heading towards his door. "I'll come by tomorrow so we can look for our ace."

We didn't have to search for long because we found a beautiful newly renovated apartment in a prime location for both of us. We bought all the furniture, and every day we would work on setting up our future home. I loved decorating my house so much that it made me consider changing my major, but maybe it was just the excitement of being able to do everything my way. Since I had already finished school, I spent the day with Carlos in our home until evening when it was time to go home since my father didn't allow me to spend too much time with Carlos.

"I have to go..." I say, panting as Carlos passionately kisses my breasts. I look at my phone, which is ringing, and I know that if I don't arrive on time, my parents will come after me, and I don't want to give my father any reason to cancel the wedding. I pull away from Carlos and hold his face firmly, saying, "We better stop now before we regret it... Don't forget our agreement."

Carlos and I had committed not to sleep together until we were married. It's not that I was a virgin, nor was he, but we wanted the moment to be special for both of us. But the desire was killing both of us; it was almost impossible to resist.

I get up from the couch, adjusting my bra. I smile at him as he takes a deep breath, running his hand through his hair. I button up my blouse and straighten my skirt. I walk towards him, and he pulls my leg, sliding his hands along my thighs, reaching the waistband of my panties.

"Ah, Dalia," Carlos moans, aroused. I kiss his lips and then pull away, biting mine.

"See you tomorrow, Carlos," I say, smiling.

I arrive home a little committed, but my father isn't waiting for me. I walk towards my room, trying to be as quiet as possible, but I hear a moan of pain coming from my sister's bed. I sit on her bed and watch her touch her back.

"Are you okay, Valeria?" I ask, concerned.

"My back is hurting a lot," my sister replies with difficulty.

"Did you tell Mom and Dad?" I ask, nervous.

"No, it's probably just because of the weight of my backpack, nothing serious."

"Tell them tomorrow. It can't just be because of that if you're still in pain," I say. I kiss her forehead. "Sleep well."

The next day, my sister told my mother about the pain, and she took her to the doctor to find out what it could be. After a week, the test results changed my plans.

"Valeria needs to undergo breast reduction surgery because it's severely affecting her spine," my mother explains during Sunday lunch, where she insisted that Carlos be present, leaving me worried. "This type of surgery is beyond our means here in our country..."

"The doctor recommended that the surgery be done in Brazil due to the quality and lower cost," my father explains, making a terrible pause. Carlos holds my hand, looking at my father. "And the only available date is exactly two days after your engagement. So we will have to postpone the wedding until after the surgery and Valeria's recovery."

"And how long will all of this take?" I ask, afraid of the answer.

"Four months," my father replies.

That answer hit us like a bombshell. It would take longer than I thought to get married. But I take a deep breath and try to smile for my sister, who I know is not to blame for any of this.

"The good part is that the engagement will still go ahead," my mother says, trying to cheer us up, unsuccessfully.

I started rushing with the final preparations for the engagement; I barely had time to see my friends. I was so absorbed in my notes at my desk that I didn't even notice someone approaching and covering my eyes.

"Since Muhammad won't go to the mountain," says the masculine voice I love so much: Julio Castillos. I turn around and hug my best friend. "Hey, stranger."

"Hello, mister," I reply. I show him my notes and say, "Blame it on the engagement."

"Hmm... that's exactly what I came to talk to you about," Julio says, pointing to my papers.

"What is it?" I ask, curious and apprehensive.

"I was at home thinking about what I could give Dalia Penedo that she doesn't already have," Julio says, going to my bed and lying down. He takes my doll and holds it. "So I concluded that I've already given her the greatest gift she could have: a husband."

"If you came to my house with this excuse just to not give me a present," I say, pretending to be irritated, "you can forget about it."

"And who said I'm not going to give you a present?" Julio questions, pretending to be offended. "I came here precisely to give you a gift befitting the occasion: I want you to have your engagement at my house, where you first met. It's a cheesy, wonderful, and unique gift that only I could give you."

"Are you serious?" I ask, amazed. I would be getting engaged in the same place where I met Carlos... unimaginable, but with Julio, anything was possible. I grab him and shower him with kisses.

"Easy, Dalia, easy," Julio says, holding me back. "In return, you have to invite a companion who matches my standards."

"I knew there was a catch," I say, smiling. "Rest assured, you'll have the most beautiful woman at the party."

"I hope so," Julio says, getting up. He gives me a strong kiss on the cheek and says, "Who would have thought Dalia Penedo would get married..."

"And one day I'll go to your wedding," I prophesy as I observe Julio's astonished gaze.

"Don't even go there," Julio says, making the sign of the cross. "I'm off. See you soon, girl."

The fact that my engagement was moved to Julio's house caused my guest list of 20 people to double in just a few hours. Consequently, I had twice the work with decorations, catering, and many other things that were added as the days went by.

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