The Fake Foolish Bride's Secret Comeback

days

scent of the flowers was thick and suffocating in the warm afte

bridal suite, the chaos of the wedding

still in front of a

thousands of tiny diamonds. The corset wa

around her, applying the final to

urned it over and over, staring at the light refract

ass handle of the suit

sic from the hallway spilled into the room for two se

r stood in t

massive insult to wear black to a wedding, but Keshia didn

t the two ma

r voice shaking with rage. "I

ed at Clara, who was still mindl

Keshia

brushes. They scurried out of the ro

icked. They

e slammed both of her hands down on the va

Her breath was hot

ittle retard?" Keshia hissed. "Tearing my dress

idn't look up. She kept s

sped her black clutch. She reached inside and p

up onto the glass surface of the

eyes fli

n her chest. The blood i

er. Her mother was smiling,

y scribbled over her face. Deep, jagged red X's gouge

e solid glass so hard her knuckles popped. Her fingernails dug i

avy crystal and smash it repeatedly into

oser. "Look at this cheap whore. Does see

burning lungs. She relax

d up. She looked at Keshi

ice thick and childish. She reached ou

before Clara could touch it. Do

shed h

er face twisting into a cruel sneer. "She was cov

cles in her thighs contracted. She

. She knew exactly what was hidden i

ud, giggling fit. She pointed

s together. "You look so ugly

lt hit Keshia's fragile

d of Keshia's

hand, clutching the stiff photograph, and slashed it down

he photo paper sliced acro

d blood instantly welled

ch away. She lean

her face. She let out a d

h! It

rd with violent force, letting her hea

The heavy, solid wood va

went crashing backwa