MY CRUSH BANDIT

arrive; perhaps it was a Sicilian custom; perhaps it was my freckles? I don't think so because my many suitors have praised them along with my honey-colored eyes, my brown hair, and my

wanted to avoid their most successful song, which talks about heartbreak. I felt that the bouquet was getting heavier,

and take me to Oz or somewhere; possibly this cretin had the s

s. It already looks like a funeral. I don't know what to do. Perhaps if I drink the wine to consecrate it and start da

n elegant car arrives, comes fast, and suddenly breaks. I hope it's him; by God, it's him. I can

see everyone around me, I look

in? Is i

yer. I brought you some documents.” He takes s

s before; also, a marriage certificate duly filled out; besides, he

usness! Why are you doing this to me?” I

o minimize my crying, while

knows what you would do

grandfather of the groom that everyone respected to a point of veneration, seemed to have magical powers be

ter; I don't understand Angelo's reasons for acting this way; I ask you to please excuse me;

f unnatural causes, I would be detained while the guilty parties were determined, and if they did not appear, I would be the mai

“I am not an opportunist,

am only a humble servant,”

seph, asks me to let hi

his, that Angelo will he

ne; the contracted faces and diffuse looks darken the atmosphere. When I look at my parents, they don't deserve this. I have to give them the pride of marrying me on this day, as they expected. Besides all the other things at stake, in the end, what in

o my best to be your best hostess. Please turn the page. Let the joy come. It's a party. Besides, the people in charge of the party also eat, and surely th

e worse than Cain. Each thing I will keep in a chest with which I will break his mother when I can, well, I will be careful no

Don Joseph comes up to me, grabs my el

lease, let's go to the celebration. I would like you to let me accompany you in the car of the newlyweds. I do not want you to look st

ce honors me; it's a pity that Angel

ut of the cradle or was given

coming committee was perplexed, not because of my beauty but because, as Don Joseph predicted, they thought I was my sugar daddy. The party ran in relative calm; I happened to be the clown, and I had to p

me, and the next thing I knew, I was being carried like a baby