Page 150 of That Last Summer

He looks just like River at his wedding.

River Phoenix:

Of course that had to fucking come out.

Hugoisthestar:

He should be like Pris on her wedding day.

Adri:

Yes

River Phoenix:

Yes, I agree. Or like Alex.

Hugoisthestar:

Yes

River Phoenix:

Pris? You still there?

Hugoisthestar:

Pris, where the hell are you? The wedding is about to start.

Adri:

Priscila! We are entering the church. Get here now! Where the hell are you?

River Phoenix:

Pris, are you okay? I’m starting to worry.

The last message is from two minutes ago. I stand up determinedly, brushing off my dress.

“Priscila, what are you going to do?” Alex asks.

“What do you think I’m going to do?” I answer, heading for the exit in a hurry. “I have to stop that wedding.”

“What? Wait! I’ll drive.”

I give him Adrián’s car keys and we leave, closing the gate behind us. Alex starts the engine and we’re off at full speed.

“Alex...” I urge him.

He knows what I mean.

“We’ll be there in five minutes.”

The crunch of gravel under the tires says so. We’ll get there in time. I write a group message to explain:

Priscila:

We have a defcon 1 with Marcos

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