Twilight is not mine

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Chapter 31

The day of the celebration was a whirlwind of excitement and movement at Maria de Jesus' home or Machuy as her family called her.

Her mother had traveled to the capital to buy all the sisters new dresses, since aside from Machuy's 15th, birthday party, they would be announcing her engagement to the young and handsome Manuel Alberto de Castilla y Becerra, the only son of the other rich family in Andalusia, and since money married money to have more money, they had been promised to eachother since before there birth.

Machuy had been reluctant to even see her future husband, so the first time she had the chance to meet with him, she did the unspeakable. She talked non-stop. Of course young women never spoke unless spoken to. So this in the eyes of the young Manuel was a very bad sign.

He looked upon her like a little parakeet that could not be tamed. He had to entertain the fact that maybe she was nervous but after there walk in the gardens, he knew that she would not be his perfect match.

He was cold, and distant, he loved his horses and his hunting, but care little about books and conversation. Unlike Machuy, he didn't care for art, or music, he saw it as frightfully dull and boring.

So the only thing they had in common was there love for riding and the care for horses.

Not a match made in heaven, she thought.

The night of her party she was coiffed and pampered, dressed in the riches silk her families money could by. Her hair had been left down but intricately styled to look as if she wore a crown, she was beautiful, a vision.

When her father announced her presence, everyone clapped in unison.

She should have been happy about the announcement, she was getting a handsome and rich man to marry her, but her hart wasn't in it. It had been given freely to the man playing a lamenting song, over at the worker's apartments. She saw him and it was love at first sight. His wheat blond hair, and his deep blue eyes, where burned to her hart. She was in love with him without ever spoken to eachother.

So while she danced with her future husband to the band music, she never thought she would see him again.

Manuel awkwardly spined her and she came face to face with the man that had been staring in her dreams for the last 3 weeks.

She walked away from Manuel leaving him on the dance floor, as her father stood furiously.

As she approached Samuel, he offered her his arm, and they left to the gardens…

Weeks later after a grounding for Machuy for behaving improperly and a beating for Samuel for having the audacity to even speak to the Patron's daughter who was engaged to be married; they left during the night as her family slept.

Of courser her mother never even blinked… She had seen that this would all take place, she knew Machuy's hart was with Samuel and she understood and wanted her daughter's happiness.

So when they came back 25 years later as Samuel was dying -her mother now ill too, she welcomed them and asked her to stay. But after Samuel's and her mother's death, she left again with her tribe – she and Samuel had created a makeshift family from runaways and outlaws, all where talented people looking for a home or a family.

So Samuel and Machuy where there surrogate parents and since she never had any children of her own, they where hers. She missed them too much. So she journeyed again with the tribe.

And now we take her back to have her ashes scattered half in the workers apartments where she first saw him and the other half on the labyrinth garden where they swore true love to eachother and kisses for the first time. As are Papa Samuel's ashes.

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