uno
1821

it was one month after spain recognized mexico's independence when maria miranda turned eighteen. her father had fought in the war and survived, as did her older brother javier. the family was glad to have them back.

but now without the worries that the war brought on, the family's focus drifted onto something they thought was of upmost importance. 

maria was eighteen and still wasn't married.

at the time in mexico, girls were married by the time they were eighteen. her mother had even gotten married younger than that. only fifteen when she married maria's father who was seventeen.

"we have to find you a husband." her father said at the dinner table. looking to her, he asked, "do you have anyone in town who fancies you?"

"the question isn't if anyone fancies her." her mother corrected. "the question is if she fancies anyone."

but maria crinkled up her nose in displeasure. "none of the boys in this town are good enough for me." she said vainly, nose in the air with pride. "when i marry, it will be to the most handsome man on the planet. only a man like that would be worthy of me."

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i haven't written anything on wattpad for about three days i think. so now i want to write for this story since its one of the ones i have least updated.

from the start, i will let you all know that maria won't be a good person.

the character has been designed for you all to hate her.

anyway, tomorrow i'm going to disneyland with my friends. so that should be fun. i'm really looking forward to it. one of my friend's has never gone, so i'm excited to take her.

thank you so much for reading and supporting!

-clary