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    "DOES EVERYTHING WORK?!?" " The wedding nner apuded before asking her colleagues


    whether everything was ready and if there were any other issues. From the location to the


    videographer.


    I''m all dressed in my gown and simply waiting for the videographers and the vehicle I''ll be riding to


    the chapel. But I''m curious because it hasn''t arrived as of yet. They already called the driver but it


    has not arrived yet. Cassandra and Stanley had already gone to church.


    I''ve been feeling a lot better since Stanley saw me in the bridal gown. I just dismissed it since I was


    probably overthinking it.


    The door opened and I saw the photographer and videographer enter. They have already prepared


    my gown. Even out of the house they take video and picture shots of me. When we came out, I


    thought the car was already there but it still isn’t there until now. I looked at the watch in my hand


    and then bit my lip because the wedding was about to begin.


    The rest of who is with me didn''t even know what to do or who to call. Because I didn’t want Stanley


    to think anything negative I decided to call him. I just hope he holds his phone so that this day will


    not be dyed. Maybe the next time the wedding is postponed, I really won''t be able to attend.


    I approached a woman who helped me earlier to put on the wedding gown and touched her to ask if


    I could borrow her phone to call Stanley.


    “Miss, can I borrow your phone?” I smiled at her so that I could approach her better but I was


    surprised when she walked away from us. I was stunned by what she did.


    I followed her and put my palm over my mouth when I saw where she was heading and a man


    handed her a gun. My guests were preupied with contacting the driver, so they didn''t notice me.


    My gown is likewise filthy.


    The woman looked around, and I hastily concealed as she nce my location. I turned to look at


    the man who had given her the rifle, but he was no longer there. When I returned my gaze to the


    woman, I noticed a vehicle parked in front of her. When I discovered it was what I was going to use


    for the wedding, my eyes opened even more.


    I dashed back to where my guests were. I saw that they were rxed when they saw me, and I was


    startled when the car I was intending to use came, but it was not the one the woman had used. I


    became concerned about what may happen.


    I jumped into the car without thinking to hurry to the church.


    What''s going on? I''m dumbfounded.


    Before the driver started the car, I opened the window and looked at the woman who had helped me


    earlier. The wedding organizer looked back at me and approached the window. I held in her hand


    while something was racing in my heart. I can no longer exin how I feel.


    “What is the name of the woman who helped me earlier when I put on the gown?” I held out my


    hand, so I could hold the hand of the wedding organizer.


    Suddenly, her reaction changed, she became perplexed. Her eyes were full of suspicions. As if she


    didn’t understand what I wanted to say.


    “The short-haired woman?” She asked back and still didn''t remove her hand that I was fastening


    until now. The driver didn''t move the car either.


    I nodded but couldn''t bring myself to dere she had the answers. I reckon that the hand


    movements of a forbidden clock are significant. Its prohibited flicking should be admired.


    My legs were already trembling from my agitation at her second addition, but instead of responding,


    she pulled out her phone and showed me a photo of the woman I had questioned her about. Stolen


    images appear as the woman entering from my room. I borrowed her phone to double-check. I


    couldn''t paint my face when I knew it was her.


    “There she is. What is her name?” I looked at the driver who was also looking at us to show him that


    he should be ready for our departure. The others with the wedding organizer who were left also


    approached.


    “But … Miss Caroline, I thought she was with you. She doesn''t talk to us, so I thought she was your


    assistant.” She looked at her friends to make sure none of them knew the woman. “Do any of you


    know that woman?”


    My heart pounded as they shook at the same time. I looked at the driver, and he quickly sound the


    car. I couldn''t even close the window because of the car''s speed. It was only on my getaway that it


    was closed. I was biting my nails with extreme anxiety.


    “Ma''am, I''m sorry for the dy; I was simply caught off guard when the tire went t. I also couldn''t


    update you since my phone died.” I couldn''t understand what the driver was saying to me because I


    was too focused on the road and calcting how many minutes we had till we were at church.


    The driver was likewise deafeningly quiet.


    ----


    My heart couldn''t stop racing as soon as the car screeched to a halt. It''s as if there''s air in it; there''s


    a hole through which air enters and surrounds my heart. And the earth beneath my feet appeared to


    shift with each step I made. I felt as though I were short of breath.


    As we neared the church, the entrance was closed. Every step I take is heavy, and I feel it would be


    better not to open it because of the peace. It was a wedding, but I didn''t have a good moment. As I


    expected, there was no guard outside.Belongs to ? n0velDrama.Org.


    I swallowed three times before I finally opened the door.


    When I discovered what was going on inside, it was as though my feet wanted to run. My lips were


    soon covered by a hand, and the main door closed again. I cast my gaze outside to the individuals


    who, like me, wanted to fear as a result of the firearms aimed at them. We were encircled by arge


    number of armed guys. They were dressed like soldiers, but I knew they weren''t from the police.


    As I saw the rifle pointing at my daughter''s head and a pistol at the back of Stanley''s head, the


    cactus pierced my heart. My eyes welled up with tears. It seemed as if sand was being sucked into


    them because all I wanted to do was close them and experience the anguish with every tear in my


    eye.


    I''m not sure who aimed the weapon at my daughter, but she was the woman I saw earlier who


    wasn''t with the wedding organizer. I knelt, even though my mouth was still covered by someone.


    Not only that, but I pressed my forehead on the unclean, chilly white tiles. The person who had


    covered my lips did not prevent me frommunicating and let go of me.


    Because we were all quiet, and my voice, coupled with my emotions, rang out in church. I trembled


    on the floor as if I was speaking to that person. I nced up when I heard the gunfire. My legs were


    shivering, and the make-up and liquid mascara had already joined my tears.


    The rifle was pointed at the ceiling. Something dropped from the ceiling, but I let it go and pressed


    my fingers to my lips to stop the quivering. I walked on my knees as if I were going to pray in front of


    the altar; the only difference was that everyone within the church was on the verge of copse.


    “W-Who are you? … *sob *” I put my palms together as though in prayer. My gestures are in sync


    with where I am; the only difference is that I am not praying. I am kneeling because I want to rescue


    my kid and to save them.


    It''s a horror to see Cassandra sleeping blissfully in Stanley''s arms as a rifle is leveled at her. I''m like


    jelly because anything I''m doing to stand up is falling back into ce. Cassandra did not wake up


    even though the gunshots were heard and others yelled responding to what the woman had done.


    “Why are you doing this?” Stanley said, his voice firm and devoid of fear. I could see he was


    resisting his dread because his eyes were icy. Fear not for himself, but for my daughter, I know.


    Why wasn''t this the first person I met? I hope my heart acknowledges him now. If only his shoes


    and feet were the first things I noticed when the cmity urred, maybe my life would be so much


    better now. I would not have to live in fear and won''t breathe in life as if I had been doubtful.


    The woman remained silent responding to his question. The woman''s stare shifted as if she was


    already suffocating my body with her mind. It seemed as though every look she gave me stabbed


    my entire soul.


    With frightened eyes, I resisted her gaze, to show that I had no intention of fighting her and that she


    needed to let us go because I had never seen her in my entire life.


    “Mmmm … WUAAAAAHHHHH!”


    At the same time, the people looked at the weeping Cassandra. I could not move even one finger. I


    gasped. Furthermore, I didn’t let out air, I locked it inside my throat. It was as if I was about to die


    from ack of oxygen.


    My prematurely scared and dreading eyes were as if I was encountering a ghost as I was walking.


    Anyone would see my expression now, but because of their outcry, they lost all attention.


    “OH MY GOSH !!!”


    “AHHH!!!”


    “STOP PLEASE!”


    Mixed voices rang out inside the church. They apanied my daughter''s wail because of the


    woman''s sudden howl. Some people hold their mouths and ears.


    “SHUT UP!” She fired again. The way she aimed the gun seemed like it was not new to her. What


    she was doing seemed ordinary to her.


    This appears to be what existed to me before. Maxine and her buddy were enraged. They think it''s


    usual for them to do nasty and terrible things. It''s the same as not taking your child''s game


    seriously.


    She aimed it towards my daughter once again and yelled into Cassandra''s ear. Because her lips


    were so near to Cassandra''s ear, my daughter''s ear seemed to be bleeding. Stanley, on the other


    hand, did not hesitate to move and turned my daughter''s face away from the woman who appeared


    to be a psycho. Even to the asleep kid, she is vexed.


    “You''re, what aunt Reya and Beatrice are saying?” I was taken aback by her query as she leveled


    her gun at me. Many people encircled me, gripping my arms, even though I had no intention of


    fighting.


    “What do you mean?”