Wedding Night
Down the Cathedral Steps
The gun fired.
The bells chimed.
Blood soaked through the black of his tux as he plummeted down the marble steps. Everyone in the cathedral gasped, their eyes on the bride as she lowered the gun.
“Emily.” He hissed.
“Oh.” She cleared her throat. “I do.”
This arranged marriage was not going to work.
The bells chimed.
Blood soaked through the black of his tux as he plummeted down the marble steps. Everyone in the cathedral gasped, their eyes on the bride as she lowered the gun.
“Emily.” He hissed.
“Oh.” She cleared her throat. “I do.”
This arranged marriage was not going to work.