I despise corrupt politicians, but you know what I despise more? Fitting myself in a traje de boda when I know very well that I will not be married to anyone, especially not in this world.
#36: Enrique Gil Local Ver.
"Make sure that her wedding dress would be perfect, huh? Remember, she's the captain's daughter," Aunt Isabel said, that's why I rolled my eyes because it seemed to me that she's threatening the modist.
"Auntie! What are you talking about? You're so OA!" I said and rolled my eyes.
We are currently in the town's gowns and dresses shop, and there you go, the wedding of Linares and Maria Clara became nearer than I ever imagined. Heck I don't even remember that they reached this level—where Maria is fitting her wedding gown—in the novel!
Now, I regret hugging Enrique Gil, which of course is not exactly him! Just a carbon copy! Now, we need to be wed for my honor.
Honor my face! LOL! Maybe horror!
