The Spanish Love Deception

Catalina Martn, finally, not single. Her family is happy to announce that she will bring her American boyfriend to her sisters wedding. Everyone is invited to come and witness the most magical event of the year. That would certainly be tomorrows headline in the local newspaper of the small Spanish town I came from. Or the epitaph on my tombstone, seeing the turn my life had taken in the span of a phone call. Four weeks wasnt a lot of time to find someone willing to cross the Atlanticfrom NYC and all the way to Spainfor a wedding. Let alone, someone eager to play along my charade. But that didnt mean I was desperate enough to bring the 64 blue eyed pain in my ass standing before me. Aaron Blackford. The man whose main occupation was making my blood boil had just offered himself to be my date. Right after inserting his nose in my business, calling me delusional, and calling himself my best option. See? Outrageous. Aggravating. Blood boiling. And much to my total despair, also right. Which left me with a surly and extra large dilemma in my hands. Was it worth the suffering to bring my colleague and bane of my existence as my fake boyfriend to my sisters wedding? Or was I better off coming clean and facing the consequences of my panic induced lie? Like my abuela would say, que dios nos pille confesados.