Chapter Two
"Move, move. Out of my way." Aqua burst through the throng of people.
When she reached her destination, she was out of breath. "Here's your something borrowed. She held up a tiara.
Juanita placed it upon Dorinda's head. It fit right against her bun. "There we go. Something old, new, borrowed, and blue."
"You're set." Galleria said.
"I can't believe I'm doing this. I'd never thought a girl like me could ever get a guy like that." Dorinda said.
"Patience is a virtue." Dorthea said.
"Well, apparently the groom has no patience, because it's time for us to leave." Chanel informed them all.
"Good Luck, Do." Galleria said, calling Dorinda by her nickname.
Dorinda took a deep breath and waited for the cue. 'There it is.' She thought to herself. She took her first step at her new life. Her shoes shone in the light like disco balls.
Her dress, which Dorthea made, had been the prettiest of all. It was backless and had no sleeves at all. It tied around her neck and made her size C breasts stand out. The tiara was Aqua's grandmothers. It was handed down from generation to generation and Aqua had it shipped to Barcelona from New York. There was a blue sash that was tied around her waist. She looked like a princess and made Joaquin's jaw drop. 'Damn, she looks great.' Joaquin thought to himself. Every eye was on her.
When she got to the altar, she gave Joaquin her hand. Together they turned toward the priest. After a short nod, he cleared his throat and began.
"Dearly and beloved, we are gathered here today to unite Count Joaquin Tovar and Dorinda Thomas in holy matrimony. Do you, Joaquin, take Dorinda to be your lawfully wedded wife, to love and cherish, to have and to hold, for better or for worse, for richer or for poorer, in sickness and in health, till death do you part?"
"Si." Joaquin replied.
"Do you, Dorinda, take Joaquin to be your lawfully wedded husband, to love and cherish, to have and to hold, for better or for worse, for richer or for poorer, in sickness and in health, till death do you part?"
"Si." Dorinda answered.
"If there is anyone here today that thinks these two should not be wed, speak now or forever hold your peace."
After a short pause, he continued. "By the powers invested in me, by the country of Spain, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride."
Joaquin pulled Dorinda close and kissed her. While he was doing that, the priest said, "It gives me great honor to present for the very first time, Count and Countess Joaquin Tovar."
The other Cheetah's started to cheer. They rushed up to them and gave them a hug.
"Don't be up to late." Luc called out to them as they made their way to the limo. "Our flight leaves early tomorrow."
"We won't." They called. Joaquin opened the door and helped Dorinda in.
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At their honeymoon suit, Joaquin carried Dorinda over the threshold.
Joaquin went to the bathroom to take off his tuxedo. Dorinda slipped out of her dress and put a silk robe on.
Joaquin came out of the bathroom and sat on the bed. Dorinda came over and sat down next to him.
"I love you." She said.
"You have made me a very happy man." Joaquin said. "I don't think this day could get any better."
Dorinda stood up, facing him. "I think I can make it better." She pulled the rope on her robe and Joaquin's eyes got big.
"Are you sure?" He asked.
Dorinda nodded and turned off the light.
