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Well today was the day. I stood before the mirror, looking at the person in the reflection. I did not recognize myself, and I honestly did not like it. Marcos insisted on doing my hair and make-up. While I will admit I did look nice, I did not feel like myself. I did not look like Maya. The dress he chose was a bit uncomfortable. It hugged my body tightly, revealed more skin than I was used to. I had no real fashion sense, so I did want his opinion, however, I wonder if the dress was too much for me.
Marcos, my sweet handsome Marcos. I loved how he looked. He had a snazzy orange tux. He had dressed up and made himself look more handsome than I could bear. He had a fashion sense that was way above my own. I mean, he had over a million followers now. His tux was snug, in all the right places. I heard a few girls looking him over as he stepped in. The wedding was full of people I did not know, but that was to be expected of a famous Simstagram star. He had it all, the fame, and the sponsers.
"You look breathtaking Maya." he said pulling me close to him and kissing my cheek. "Isn't it bad lu-" I began, feeling my nerves grow as the crowd grew bigger. He laughed and pressed his forhead to mine. "Do not think of such things. I chose that dress to make you stand out, and stand out you will." He pulled me into a passionate kiss before pulling away. "The photographers are here, I better get to the alter." I watched him leave my suite and sighed. "I love you." I called meekly. He raised a hand in response.
The building was crowded. My parents paid out everything to the wedding. Marcos took care of the details with them, saying he didn't want to stress me with it, and I felt thankful. He hired musicians, caterers, and made sure we had the best photographers. I am sure he spent a lot of money on this, but it made my parents, and him happy. As I walked down the aisle, I could not take my eyes off him. I wore the diamonds he had chosen from my jewelry box. I felt like a dressed up doll, to be fairly honest.
Marcos kept looking down at our guests as I approached. He smiled and took my hands, his planned speech on his lips. "Maya Grimm. Two years was too long to wait." He began, squeezing my hands before throwing them out of his in a big dramatic show. "Now that we are here, and I have seen everything your life has been, the lies you lived. I am done with you." Gasps came from the crowd as I looked from him to the rest of the crowd. "Maya, I can no longer live with the lies you forced on me. I was not the one who 'saved you' from the water, that was a fantasy you put on me. I cannot live in poverty when you had so much funds to truly help us when we struggled. You let us struggle." I felt every part of my heart shatter. "And what really, really nails it. Is your continued closeness with that mute artist, abandoning me many times to be with him. We are. Over."
He turned and stepped out of the hall. Many others following him. My parents looking between him and me with shock. They turned and left, ashamed of what happened. Slowly the room emptied with looks of disgust and anger pointed towards me. I felt my legs shake as I stood, dressed as a beautiful doll, abandoned at the alter for everything he had said. My mind numb as the music in the hall stopped. I was vaguely aware of anything more as I stared out the window, watching Marcos pull another girl to him and snap a few photos. He turned and climbed into his car and left, leaving me alone at the alter.
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I did not even hear him enter. I did not even realize someone had stayed behind to watch me fall apart. They stayed silent as tears fell from my cheeks, my broken heart showing as I just stared at the spot Marcos had left. The silence stretched for a long time before he finally cleared his throat. "Maya?"
I turned at the familiar voice. A voice I heard only once before. Two years ago, I heard that voice. I looked at Alexander as he smiled sadly at me. Without a word, I collapsed into his arms and began sobbing. He said nothing but rubbed my exposed back gently. As my sobs finally stopped, he pulled away and kissed my forehead. "Get changed and I will give you a lift home." I numbly nodded my head, not willing to question more at this time. I changed and cleaned off the make-up, then climbed into Alexander's car. The drive was quiet. It was around six we made it to my home.
"Nope! No no no." Marcos stormed out of the house as soon as I started walking up the sidewalk. He blocked my way and glared at me. "You are to leave, now." "But...Mar-" "Nope! I have a box of your stuff there. Take your tart butt away from here." I watched him kick a small box by the mailbox before turning to return inside. "Good luck with your dellusions. I am not the man you dreamed me up to be." With that he walked in and locked the door. I could hear giggling from someone inside but I dared not think too hard as I looked at my measly box. Slowly I opened my phone and looked at rentals.
After couch surfing on my parent's couch for a few weeks, I was able to secure a quiet little home on some property. I had a long talk with my parents about the wedding. Turned out Marcos was seeing someone on the side and had purposely hooked me up with Alexander, so he could accuse me of cheating at the wedding, so he could be with his new girl. They had taken my parent's money and paid minimally for all the wedding preparations so he could have more money to live off of. While it didn't hurt my parent's accured savings too badly, but it was still pretty hard to realize that Marcos had been scamming us for two years. The house I am renting is on a mutual acquaintance's property, and it was pretty old and worn down. I felt this would be a good start to a new beginning. I was on my own.
After a strong bout of stomach flu, I was still a little sick. I had seen the doctor and given disturbing news. As I retched into the toilet for the hundreth time, I stared horrified as a realization hit me. I was pregnant. And I had been with two different men the same night. I would have a lot of things to prepare for.
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