At my wedding, I saw my father-in-law put something in my champagne glass… so I switched glasses and smiled.

in the morning, the private hospital in Polanco smelled of antiseptic and old secrets.
My wedding dress no longer looked like a wedding dress. The skirt was wrinkled, there was a dried champagne stain on the bodice, and my makeup was cracked from hours of tension. But I was still standing.
I had always been good at keeping my feet planted.

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