Brianna Panella Guzman Facebook ad: “99th Engagement, New Groom”

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Outside the County Clerk's Office, my fiancé stood me up again. He’d taken a call from Talia and cancelled our appointment to get our marriage license. We had been together for six years. This was the ninth time. The first time, Talia had called me in tears, saying she was afraid I wouldn’t have time for her anymore once I was married. Salvatore said he understood and rescheduled on the spot. The second time, Talia got food poisoning, and he left me standing on the sidewalk to rush to the hospital. The third time, she claimed her ex was harassing her, so he raced to her apartment to stay the night. The other times were all variations on the same theme. Every time, we had a massive fight. After the eighth time, I stopped bringing up the license at all. Until Valentine's Day, when Salvatore took me to the County Clerk's Office again. "Let's get it done today, Indigo. Will you marry me?" I nodded. We had just reached the entrance when his phone rang. "Sal, I know you're with Indy right now, about to get your license." "But my visa expires today. If I can't submit a marriage certificate by the end of the day, I'll have to leave the country." "You're not really going to let me get deported, are you?" When the call ended, Salvatore left. Again. Not long after, Talia posted a photo of her and Salvatore's marriage certificate on Instagram. My eyes burning, I made the call. "Mom, I'll meet the man the Rhodes family arranged." ... My mother sounded relieved, like she’d been holding her breath. "Indigo, you've finally come to your senses." "We'll be waiting for you in Switzerland." After I hung up, a flight confirmation hit my inbox. A one-way ticket to Switzerland, departing the next day. I gripped my phone, my thumb hovering, then finally giving in and opening Talia's Instagram one last time. In the photo, she and Salvatore wore a simple wedding dress and suit, beaming at the camera. The caption was a single line. [Valentine's Day. I got married.] A flood of comments from our mutual friends was already pouring in. [Congratulations! When's the reception?] [You guys kept this so quiet! I didn't even know you were dating, and now you're married?] [When do we get to meet him?] Talia replied: [We might not have a wedding. He's a very private person.] A moment later, Salvatore added a comment of his own. [We will. Tonight, at the Starlight Ballroom in the Plaza Hotel. I'm going to give Talia an unforgettable wedding.] I stared at his comment and let out a short, bitter laugh. All those times he'd abandoned me outside the clerk's office, I’d asked him, "The license only takes half an hour. Can't you go after we're done?" He’d always said, "Talia's your best friend. If I blow her off now, it'll just make things awkward between you two later. I'll go take care of it and be right back." When it came to Talia, he could always make time.......

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99th Engagement, New Groom