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I blinked as I regained consciousness. I had hit my head hard, or had someone hit me? Then I realised I was holding a bloody knife in my hand.
I couldn't believe my eye bloodstained my clothes and apparently a long cerated kitchen was dwindled between my fingers as I think back to the day of my supposed to be wedding.
All I could remembered is Johnny Abraham's the love of my life since kindergarten ,we were supposed to get married a week ago in this extravagant and luxurious complex with the gold and cream adorning the chapel with bouquet of white Rose's filling the chapel from the podium to the entrance. bridesmaids dressed in light gold and cream dresses with a white rose in their hair to match the occasion.
Johnny my love was dressed in a plush tuxedo in the spitting imagine of a god explicitly gorgeous from his head to his toe while I was adorned in a lovely white wedding with luscious seashell from the cleavage of the dress to the long flowing effervescent of the dress with my make up done to perfection.
With the wedding almost into progress Johnny was no where to be found I couldn't believe it but i started to investigate the matter also to the fact one of bridesmaids couldn't be found either with my mind focusing on the inevitable I went to the back part of the chapel where there is aan outside bathroom I could hear constant moaning of pleasure fixated with heavy breathing.
I banged on the door a couple of times but no answer without hesitation I kicked the door and to my surprise there he was getting down and dirty the bridesmaid.I couldn't...