When the doors opened, I entered dressed in a simple white dress, tears streaming down my cheeks. I could hear people laughing and insulting me.
At the end of the altar stood the man I was going to marry. His name was Lando.
He wore a very dirty, torn suit that smelled of sewage. His hair was long and disheveled, and his face was covered with a thick beard and soot. He was trembling and hunched over, like a dog used to being beaten on the road.
“My God, that’s disgusting! The groom smells like garbage!” cried Julian’s new wife, and the whole church burst into laughter.
When I arrived at the altar, I looked at Lando. I had expected to see someone naive, but I was surprised when our eyes met. Beneath the soot and disheveled hair, his eyes were fearless. They were piercing, calm, and burning with a silent power.
The explosion of the altar
The ceremony began. While the priest read the words, Julian laughed continuously in the background.
