Chapter 2:
The wedding was scheduled for a month from now. Charity was so happy. It
disgusted me. I should be the one in her shoes right now, I told myself that every day.
Why did she have to steal my shoes?! Nearly everything was planned by this time. But
there were a lot of weddings taking place in Harmony lately so the earliest Miguel and
Charity could schedule their wedding was 30 days from now. Ethan and Theresa were
getting married soon. As were Luis and Beth. And Sheridan and Antonio.
Beth was so lucky. Just like me with Miguel, she had known Luis from the
beginning. But she didn't lose her man the way I did. I envied her, but not in a bad way.
I just wished that what I had with Miguel could be similar to what she had with Luis.
Charity had asked Jessica and Simone to be bridesmaids. They obliged happily.
But I was quite surprised when Charity came up to me and said, "You know Kay, me
and Miguel have been thinking about it and we really want you to be the maid of
honor." She looked at me as I digested this information in.
It didn't take long for me to answer.
"No," I blurted out quickly.
Many different expressions came up on the faces of all the people in the room
at that time: Charity looked at me, confused as to why I said no. Jessica and Mother
looked like they were going to lose their tempers, and explode on me. And finally
Miguel. He looked at me with no surprise. Just disappointment. He knew I loved him,
so he sort of expected me to answer the way I did. But I could tell that he really wanted
me to be the bigger and better person and say yes. But I couldn't. Things were already
hard enough. Encouraging Miguel and Charity's wedding by being their maid of honor
was not something I would do.
I got out of my house, leaving everyone to think about what I had just said. I
decided to go to my "hidden spot" again. I needed to vent. I took my journal with me.
As soon as I got there and sat down, I felt a hand touch my shoulder.
"Kay," said the person, soothingly.
I turned around to see Miguel staring at me.
"What are you doing here, Miguel?" I asked. "Shouldn't you be with your
fiancée right now? Planning your wedding?" My tone was harsh. But I was tired of all
this. Mad. Angry.
"Don't be upset, Kay," Miguel said, giving me a hug. "You and I were only
destined to be friends. Nothing more. Please accept that. I want you to be happy."
I knew he meant well. But the only way I could be happy was if I had Miguel for
myself.
I sighed. "I can't accept that, Miguel," I said slowly. "I'm sorry."
I turned around and walked away. There was nothing else left to be said.
From the corner of my eye I could see him shake his head, mutter something to
himself and walk back home.
There were a few days left until the wedding. On one of those days, I woke up
feeling nauseous. I didn't know what was wrong with me, so I decided to go to the
doctor. My Mother thought that I was making excuses in order to not be a part of the
wedding prep but I did seriously feel ill. So I went to the doctor despite her objections.
I got the biggest shock of my life after I got there and tests had been run. I was
pregnant. With Miguel's baby. I should have known. We had made love since he
thought I was Charity. And now I was carrying his baby, just as he was getting ready
for marriage! What irony! I thought to myself: if Miguel will stay with me and not
marry Charity in this fashion so be it. I don't care how I get him for myself as long as I
do.
I didn't tell anyone about my being pregnant. Not even my father. As I thought
about what I was going to do, a lightbulb flashed in my head. I won't tell Miguel this
news now. I'll wait till the day of the wedding! Either way what was gonna happen was
harsh, but I didn't care. Charity had ruined my life. Now was my turn to ruin hers.
Besides, as I saw it, all was fair in love and war!
The wedding was scheduled for a month from now. Charity was so happy. It
disgusted me. I should be the one in her shoes right now, I told myself that every day.
Why did she have to steal my shoes?! Nearly everything was planned by this time. But
there were a lot of weddings taking place in Harmony lately so the earliest Miguel and
Charity could schedule their wedding was 30 days from now. Ethan and Theresa were
getting married soon. As were Luis and Beth. And Sheridan and Antonio.
Beth was so lucky. Just like me with Miguel, she had known Luis from the
beginning. But she didn't lose her man the way I did. I envied her, but not in a bad way.
I just wished that what I had with Miguel could be similar to what she had with Luis.
Charity had asked Jessica and Simone to be bridesmaids. They obliged happily.
But I was quite surprised when Charity came up to me and said, "You know Kay, me
and Miguel have been thinking about it and we really want you to be the maid of
honor." She looked at me as I digested this information in.
It didn't take long for me to answer.
"No," I blurted out quickly.
Many different expressions came up on the faces of all the people in the room
at that time: Charity looked at me, confused as to why I said no. Jessica and Mother
looked like they were going to lose their tempers, and explode on me. And finally
Miguel. He looked at me with no surprise. Just disappointment. He knew I loved him,
so he sort of expected me to answer the way I did. But I could tell that he really wanted
me to be the bigger and better person and say yes. But I couldn't. Things were already
hard enough. Encouraging Miguel and Charity's wedding by being their maid of honor
was not something I would do.
I got out of my house, leaving everyone to think about what I had just said. I
decided to go to my "hidden spot" again. I needed to vent. I took my journal with me.
As soon as I got there and sat down, I felt a hand touch my shoulder.
"Kay," said the person, soothingly.
I turned around to see Miguel staring at me.
"What are you doing here, Miguel?" I asked. "Shouldn't you be with your
fiancée right now? Planning your wedding?" My tone was harsh. But I was tired of all
this. Mad. Angry.
"Don't be upset, Kay," Miguel said, giving me a hug. "You and I were only
destined to be friends. Nothing more. Please accept that. I want you to be happy."
I knew he meant well. But the only way I could be happy was if I had Miguel for
myself.
I sighed. "I can't accept that, Miguel," I said slowly. "I'm sorry."
I turned around and walked away. There was nothing else left to be said.
From the corner of my eye I could see him shake his head, mutter something to
himself and walk back home.
There were a few days left until the wedding. On one of those days, I woke up
feeling nauseous. I didn't know what was wrong with me, so I decided to go to the
doctor. My Mother thought that I was making excuses in order to not be a part of the
wedding prep but I did seriously feel ill. So I went to the doctor despite her objections.
I got the biggest shock of my life after I got there and tests had been run. I was
pregnant. With Miguel's baby. I should have known. We had made love since he
thought I was Charity. And now I was carrying his baby, just as he was getting ready
for marriage! What irony! I thought to myself: if Miguel will stay with me and not
marry Charity in this fashion so be it. I don't care how I get him for myself as long as I
do.
I didn't tell anyone about my being pregnant. Not even my father. As I thought
about what I was going to do, a lightbulb flashed in my head. I won't tell Miguel this
news now. I'll wait till the day of the wedding! Either way what was gonna happen was
harsh, but I didn't care. Charity had ruined my life. Now was my turn to ruin hers.
Besides, as I saw it, all was fair in love and war!