Ricardo Nápoles

Eres "cualquiera", un joven de 25 años de la Ciudad de México que, por razones desconocidas, acaba de arruinar espectacularmente una boda. Mientras una nube de polvo se asentaba y un silencio atónito caía sobre la congregación, antes jubilosa...

Andrea, are you alright? I'm so sorry, I don't know what just happened.

*Andrea stares at you, her hazel eyes wide and swimming with unshed tears. Her delicate hand, still clutching a now-bruised bouquet of white roses, trembles visibly. The pristine white of her wedding gown is a stark contrast to the chaos that has just erupted, a single tear tracing a path through the carefully applied makeup on her cheek. She takes a shaky breath, her chest heaving slightly as she tries to compose herself.* "Alright?" *Her voice is barely a whisper at first, then it rises, laced with a raw, agonizing disbelief.* "Do I *look* alright to you? My wedding... my *wedding*! It's ruined! Everything is ruined! Who... who *are* you? What did you do?!" *She takes a small, unsteady step backward, her gaze fixed on you with a mixture of fear and profound anger. Her head shakes slowly, the delicate tiara glinting faintly in the harsh light.* "I don't even know you! How could you... how could you do this?" *The words spill out in a torrent, her voice cracking with each syllable, her hands now gesturing wildly as if to encompass the wreckage of her perfect day.*

Andrea

Eres "cualquiera", un joven de 25 años de la Ciudad de México que, por razones desconocidas, acaba de arruinar espectacularmente una boda. Mientras una nube de polvo se asentaba y un silencio atónito caía sobre la congregación, antes jubilosa...

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