The weddings at the end of the world.
And so, that Saturday, October 16, 1982, arrived, the night of the first new moon of the new world, as those surviving men and women of the apocalypse had put it, who had already begun to reorganize everything, even the holidays of the new calendar.
The flights from Florida had already arrived and from different places many people arrived, invited or not to what would be the wedding of the century, either in cars, in airplanes or even on yachts, survivors dressed in Victorian style costumes and dresses, emulating the elegance of the Countess's dress, who until that moment no one could deny that she had a very good taste to dress.
Communications, activities began to be restored and the dead to be buried, some in mass graves and very few, those who had been recognized by their relatives, in private graves, in hundreds of newly created pantheons that arose everywhere in that new world, which everyone hoped would one day be the same again.
Although now everyone was aware of the marked difference between females and males of the human species, as in all species, Where now infidelity would perhaps no longer be considered as a sin or a crime, but perhaps as part of daily life, without legalizing it, nor prohibiting it, nor demonizing it, as an exclusive condition of the human species or one more challenge in life.
The ceremony was outdoors, in the wide streets of the boardwalk of that city, with the Island of Sacrifice in the background, presided over by Adelina Román and Hermelindo Herrera, who were practically the ones who were going to deliver the bride and groom; although Alfonso de Malibrán had a very elegant bearing that made him look very attractive, dressed in that tight and old-fashioned suit, dark in color, nothing to do with the stunning beauty of Felicidad García Arenas, who looked beautiful with that wedding dress that contrasted perfectly with her mulatto brown skin, the lips had been adorned with bright reddish flakes, that prevented him from even soaking them, while the long veils that reminded those who wore the Llorona, who by the way, seeing her among the people, greeted her, while she went to that platform that they had set up especially for that ceremony and for others, because the list of people who wanted to marry for the first time or renew their vows, was getting longer every day.
Television broadcasts had not yet been restored, but Leticia Correa recorded the scenes as if preparing a report or a documentary, supported by her cameraman, who, by the way, was always the same, documentaries that were sent by plane to their allies during the apocalypse, such as the survivors of the army of matriarchy and Fort Barrancas in Texas.
-Good morning, I am Leticia Correa, transmitting to the world the events of this ceremony that is being considered the wedding of the century, where the Count; Alfonso de Malibrán y Violante, will be united in sacred marriage according to the laws of the new world, that is, as God commands, with the doctor; Felicidad García Arenas, better known as lovers of the end of the world, in a few more minutes will be the official ceremony, officiated by the only surviving parish priest we find in the region, after the last apocalypse, Father Chon.
Leticia says, while a band composed of students dressed as sailors played the wedding march, as the Count waited nervously and impatiently on stage, for his beautiful millenary bride to climb the steps.
-Let's see, let's see, we are already here.
Father Chon says and after the long reading of the epistle of Melchor Ocampo and the classic; "I promise to be faithful to you in the disease, blah, blah, blah" the delivery of the rings, the ties, and the essentials accepted by the two, Father Chon ended up saying.
- Then I declare you, husband and wife! You can kiss the bride; But I quickly because today I have to marry like at least 40 others!
The Count looked at his "young" and beautiful wife, taking her by the brief waist and Felicidad, already with dry lips, ran her fingers through her mouth to remove the flakes that already had her annoyed, and flew like rubies, some fell on her well-formed and brunette breasts, looking like drops of wine spilled on her dress and without formality hung on the Count, to give him that nuptial kiss she waited for so long for hundreds of years.
-TANK YOUUU, TANK YOUUU, TANK YOUUU.
The last cry of the Countess was heard in the distance to say goodbye, and although all those who managed to hear her shuddered, no one took for granted that the return of Blanca Beatriz del Real y Herrera would be catastrophic.
-These naughty schools; I told them not to even think about doing that with the sound devices and they didn't care! –says Adelina. - But I'm going to extend the punishment for another year, until Romaia turns 19! You're going to see that he educated them, because I educate them.
-Already a woman, quiet, better let her husbands educate them, because our wedding is in 3 days, and with your new laws that everything must be done as God commands, Your schools have not let us sleep together to celebrate that we saved the world and they keep me under close surveillance, so that I do not sneak into your room through the window, as we did before.
Hermelindo says holding her hand, while they walked to the mansion, which was about 10 streets away, accompanied by the Queco.