Unscripted

The words of the priest echoed through the cathedral, each one ringing in her ears with an almost surreal clarity. The soft murmurs of the guests seemed distant, like they were no longer there, and the only thing that existed was the sound of his voice.

‘Do you, Marta de la Reina, take Pelayo Olivares to be your lawfully wedded husband?’

Her breath caught. She was supposed to say yes, but the words felt foreign in her mouth, too heavy, too final. Her fingers clenched around the bouquet, the scent of roses mixing with something sweeter… something fleeting, something she couldn’t name.

The crowd waited. The air felt thick with expectation, as if the universe itself held its breath. But she HAD TO say it…

‘I do!’ She smiled while looking at Pelayo.. but was her soul smiling, too?

As she took a look over the crowd in that church, she couldn’t recognize many people as some were strangers to her.. but she continued to smile while they both walked out hand in hand.

The part was organized on a beach, where there was also a tent for those who wanted to sit in a more peaceful area.. but the real party was on the dance floor where people already started to dance. While not everyone arrived yet at the party, Marta together with Pelayo were still welcoming some guests. Marta was wearing a white tight dress that was making her body look amazing.. as if she was one with that fabric, as if her waist became non-existent.

‘Are there more? I need to sit down… these hills are killing me.’ Whispered Marta through her smile.

Pelayo continued to smile…

‘I hope not… I didn’t even manage to eat something.’ He continued before both starting to laugh.

As Pelayo was grabbing Marta’s waist, two women arrived at the entrance, their energies filling the entire room, one redhead, the other one brunette.

‘Oh my God, you’re here!’ Said Marta on an excited tone, while going to hug the redhead.

‘Yes, we’re late, I know… it’s my fault though.’ Said the redhead.

‘No worries, the party hasn’t started yet.’ Continued Marta.

‘Marta, let me present you my girlfriend.. Fina Valero.’ Said the redhead.

Marta glanced towards Fina, her eyes meeting for the first time two hazel eyes that were shining brighter than the moonlight’s reflections onto the water… She didn’t know if it was either from the light, or maybe they’re just like that.. that special. Marta got closer and kissed Fina on both cheeks, as she did with every guest.

‘So nice to meet you, Fina. I’ve heard a lot about you’ Said Marta while winking to Fina.

Fina looked over to Esther with a judgy look.

‘No, no worries.. only good things.’ Continued Marta.

They all laughed, kissed with Pelayo as well and then they welcomed the two girls inside.. Pelayo walking with Fina in front, while Marta was behind with the redhead.

‘I am so happy for you, Esther.. She is gorgeous.’ Whispered Marta while looking at Fina’s bare back.. thanks to her cropped black dress, avoiding the little tickly feeling inside her chest.

‘Thank you, Marta… she really is amazing. I couldn’t have chosen better. And so did you… Pelayo seems a very nice person.’ Continued Esther.

Marta nodded while smiling.

‘He is a very good man, indeed. My best friend.’ Said Marta with a smile.

The couple sat down at the table…

‘We’ll let you to eat something.. and then we’ll see you on the dance floor.’ Said Marta while trying not to look obsessively at Fina’s cleavage that was showing too much skin than expected… which made Marta a little uncomfortable, but she did not pay attention to her feelings. The champagne was probably messing with her mind.

As the married couple was walking towards the entrance, Pelayo grabbing Marta’s waist…  Fina was following Marta with her eyes, observing her fine walk and the way her energy was radiating.

‘So… since when do you know Marta exactly? I know you told me you two worked together at one point.’ Asked Fina.

‘Yeah, we crossed paths on that drama series.. She was one of the writers. It was two years ago and we became acquaintances… kind of. I don’t know if I should say friends cause we only met at gala events and award ceremonies. She is a nice person, an amazing filmmaker.. she is now one of the best directors in the country, if you ask me.’ Esther answered before her eyes stopped at Fina’s breasts.

Fina snapped her fingers in front of the redhead.

‘Hey.. my eyes are here, ma’am.’ They both laughed.

‘Sorry, you know my weaknesses and you choosing this dress might not be the best idea.’ Fina shook her head.

‘Yeah.. So, back to Marta.. are you sure you two were only acquaintances?’ Fina asked while starting to eat the appetizer.

Esther looked at her with a judgy face.

‘Excuse me? She just married a man.. she’s very straight, believe me. No matter how attracted I found her back then..’

‘Ah so you did find her attractive..’ Continued Fina while trying to play the jealousy card.

‘Have you seen the woman? She’s a goddess.’ Said Esther.

‘Yeah, she is very beautiful.’ Said Fina while focusing on the food in front of her.

Esther grabbed Fina’s arm.

‘Listen.. there’s nobody else in my mind.. other than a hot, tall, sexy and gorgeous brunette… who loves food more than me but still…’ They both laughed and kissed each other softly.

Two hours passed already and people were filling the dance floor… Fina was two shots in and was now drinking her third Martini so she was feeling very energized. She got up asking Esther to join her on the dance floor. After a little bit of begging, Esther gave in and they both walked towards the crowd dancing. A Bachata song started to play and Fina was transforming every time she has to dance Bachata.. her hips were made for the gentle and sensual moves. She grabbed Esther’s waist glueing their bodies together, slowly starting to move their hips in unison… their foreheads together, Fina’s hands in the redhead’s hair, letting her head follow the moves. They were slowly becoming the center of attention, everyone looking at them, this making them even more excited.

Fina whispered in her ear:

‘Let’s give them a real show!’

Esther nodded.

Fina pushed Esther while holding her hands, starting to spin her multiple times then pulling forcefully by her waist, while their hips never stopped the sensual moves. Marta just arrived at the dance floor alone, not knowing what everyone was looking at in the middle.. She got closer and was surprised to see Fina pulling up a show.. a very sexy and intimate show.

Her long hair loose in the lascivious moves.. her dress cropped on one leg going up close to her hip, allowing her thigh to be a support between Esther’s legs, creating friction in between the sexy rhythms of Bachata. Marta realized she was only looking at Fina, trying to understand what she felt.. that tickly feeling appeared again in her chest but was now accompanied by something else in her stomach.. as they were reaching the end of the dance… everyone started to applause and cheer for them, as the two women kissed each other in the eyes of everyone watching… including the bride. Marta frowned and was headed towards the bathroom for no specific reason.

She entered it and immediately washed her hands with cold water, then placing her hands on her neck and chest… her breathing started to get heavier and heavier, not knowing what was happening to her. Her face started to turn red… she took a look in the mirror, realizing she was still frowning.. something was upsetting her, but what?

What the hell is happening to me? It’s the champagne… the exhaustion probably. The champagne mixed with the exhaustion… I am okay. I am fine. That was just a dance… two people dancing… two women… those hips, damn… and that ass. OMG stop.. no. What are you doing? I wish I was dancing like that with someone.. with a woman? A man? Oh my God, stop! I am fine! I-

As Marta was fighting these thoughts, the bathroom’s door opened and a soft voice woke her up from her dream.

‘Oh my God.. I am sweating.’ Said Fina while trying to give herself some fresh air with a fan made out of a tissue. She was clearly tipsy by the way she was widely smiling.

Marta looked at her, smiling, trying to recompose herself and not let her see she was startled.

Fina was washing her hands and started to put some cold water on her neck… then she tied her hair up in a messy bun, to reinvigorate herself.

As Fina was tying up her hair, Marta was watching her in a subtle way, observing every detail. The water drops on her neck… her bare back tensing on every move… As Fina turned a little bit, Marta could see a small tattoo behind her ear… it was a handwritten word but couldn’t see it clearly. That detail kept her attention and something inside her made her want to find out what it said.

Fina caught her watching in the window and smiled.

‘Are you feeling alright? Your face is a little bit red.’ Said Fina while facing Marta now, leaning onto the sink counter.

Marta was massaging the back of her neck nervously, not realizing she was doing that.

‘No, yeah I am fine.. I guess it’s the exhaustion. Organizing a wedding is not that easy as everyone thinks.’

‘I can only imagine… but you know, we can only make things easier for ourselves, the remote is in our hands.. not in the society’s.’ Said Fina.

This comment hit too close to Marta… it felt so real yet so impossible for her to understand.

‘Yeah, you’re right I guess. Um.. congrats for the Bachata show you put on earlier. You are a good dancer.’ Continued Marta only to change the subject.

‘Oh.. yeah, I love dancing and it was a miracle that you saw Esther joining me cause usually she doesn’t like dancing in public.’

‘Really? Well… you were both amazing.’ Marta tried to smile but it felt forced somehow… but why?

‘Fina tried not to let her gaze wander on Marta’s face, but it was impossible not to appreciate the genuine beauty that woman was radiating, so they both found themselves staring at each other for a couple of seconds in silence… Marta trying not to let her gaze go back to Fina’s cleavage and Fina trying to not study more Marta’s waistline.

‘Um.. I should get back.’ Said Fina while smiling.

‘Oh yes, sure.  I’ll see you inside.’ Marta bit her lower lip.

As Fina placed her hand onto the door handle, she stopped.

‘Unscripted…’ said Fina while grinning.

Marta looked at her confused.

‘Excuse me?’

Fina gestured towards her own ear.

‘The tattoo… It says Unscripted.’ She glanced one more time at Marta and exited the bathroom.

Marta’s mouth opened slightly forming a smile, looking at herself in the mirror, frowning and thinking to herself…

What the actual fuck just happened? How did she… wha-..

She was left with feelings of confusion, happiness, anger… or a mix of all maybe.

Little did she know what her future was holding…