She turned the key; the lock clicked in to place. Ascending the stairs, she savored his muffled screams. “The wedding will be beautiful.”
I lost the ring in a veritable storm of shouts and tears. The wedding hadn’t gone as planned. She left him at the altar. We drove away.
There’s a note on my door. I hurry inside and catch the last of my dreams climbing out a window, wearing my now useless wedding gown.