be my mother's

t. The wedding i

ery cold and even more annoying than his men. He turned around and

us man. I was pretty sure my mother's ideal type was a man like my father, not an icy man with ocean-blue eyes like Joshua Craig. Something must be wrong here. Maybe my mother was

on her chest to waist. Her fingers were full of diamond rings and she wore a gold bracelet that was very dazzling. The other guests looked just as glamorous as the woman next to me. They were wearing expensive tuxedos or expensive dresses with fla

bride has

the wedding

Joshua Craig spoke to the priest. Classical music began to be played by an orchestr

nd her gaze was only focused on Joshua Craig, who was standing stiffly beside the priest. I began to doubt

r a flying kiss. I was happy for her, even tho

a

a

enly turned red. Blood seeped all over her dress. The happiness on her face quickly f

om

y wrist and forced me to duck under a pew. The gunfire didn't stop. I saw people being

go of

, six feet away from me, was suddenly pulled out of his hiding place. He was

ly. The shooting scene was real. Everything that I usually onl

e bride. What el

appy if we can kill Crai

the guests had fallen victim to their brutality. The middle-aged woman who had been sitting next to me

t I found

I didn't have time to turn to see who it was because s

n cruel people. You

from the altar, I saw a sea of blood with piles of corpses. Many were dead and many were injured. Joshua's surviving men looked overwhelmed by the attacks of the masked men. N

er do wrong? Why

your m

in a pool of her own blood. The bouquet of white lilies she w

her on her w

to die in the middle of this war. She probably never did anythin

shua Craig, settle it with him

ulling my hair. The braid I had worked so hard to make this morning broke, and m

as caused trouble with our boss. He deserves thi

go, you

n that was shooting through my scalp. The bastard was pulling

rd this event well in your hea

a ghost, I will haun

going to die. It wouldn't be so bad because my father and mother were waiting for me

a

ir was released. I hurriedly opened my eyes and was shocked to f

How could

holding a gun. He didn't look as shiny as he did a few minutes ago. His suit was wrinkled and staine

ide. They're still r

ened? Why did they

pulpit. The priest was surprised to see us. He was cowe

obert here. Ask God

duck under the pulpit before

cross hanging around his neck. I wanted to ask him what he was chanting, but he seemed too frightened to make a s

coming back. He hadn't even promised to come back. The masked