Or at least that's what I thought.
Marilyn Castillo had been present at every important moment of her life. She knew when Andreina cried, what scared her, and how much she had struggled to feel enough for Sergio Alcocer, the man she had just married.
Because Sergio had money.
Known surname.
A presumptuous family.
And a mother who never considered Andreina "of the right level".
Even so, Andreina endured cruel comments for years.
"Sergio deserves a finer woman.
"You're pretty... but simple.
"I hope you learn quickly how this family moves.
And every time Andreina went out crying to the bathroom, Marilyn hugged her.
"They're envious of you, my friend.
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A lie.
The wedding was full of signs that Andreina ignored out of love.
Marilyn and Sergio disappeared too long.
They looked at each other as people who shared secrets.
And during the dance, Andreina noticed something strange: Sergio barely touched her, but he looked for Marilyn among the people every time a slow song was played.
At half past twelve at night they went up to the bridal suite.
Andreina was waiting for kisses.
Beautiful words.
Even if it was a smile.
But Sergio only loosened his tie and slumped into an armchair.
"I'm tired," he said angrily.
"Sergio... It's our wedding night.
"Don't start with dramas, Andreina.
She felt something inside her chest break.
Even so, he remained silent.
Because women in love sometimes endure humiliation believing that love can fix everything.
Hours later she woke up with a start.
The chair was empty.
The room in silence.
And Sergio's cell phone was gone.
Andreina went barefoot into the hotel corridor.
The carpet was cold under her feet, and the yellow lights made her white dress look gray.
Then he heard laughter.
