Runaway Groom

craft. They move, choreographed by the wind, in perfect sync with one another. It's like they're celebrating along with the woman waiting outsid

ng in rays as pure as the rain, Marzia's lips stretched upwar

e what's beyond the altar. Everyone on the sides watches her move forward in her expensive bridal gown. It's designed by one of the most coveted

ining her makeup, but she can't help it. She has wished for this day to come for years. She has longed for this, and although most of the pe

riend. She smiled back, and the latter nodded. As Marzia neared the altar, her blurry vision finally di

ums, but nothing can prepare her for the man's next move. Scott's shoulders

, gasps in unison. It took Marzia a full second before she looked ba

sbelief, her tears of joy ge

.

hrough the gates, each one of them heading for a destination of their own making. Some, are more heated than others, and most, are just excited tourists. Among them are two fine men, and one of them is one of the most powerful men to ever graze the face of the

o you can visit Liam? I'm sure he misses you!" enthusiastically said Romeo, his t

meet them immediately and discuss our proposal." Ian's cold voic

. Chire and his minions, shall I book

a man who often indulges in sexual exploitation, in the name of bus

.." he

rs, but he stops his celebra

, Ian announced, "Y

head, even faster

no! I'm a big

.

, so no one except Deniece stayed with the crying Marzia. She looked completel

id, tugging on Marzia's shoulder, but she wouldn't budge. It's as if she's in a de

seemingly loving way claimed her mind,

Scott flashing a displeased express

ing their anniversary date for a

himself silent whenever his mother be

er really loved her and just tolerated her bec

audibly cried before Deniece. "He... never... really-loved..

t get away from here first, okay? Come on, let's go. Don't worry, we'll conf

h gleaming eyes. "I want to drink at

not smart to do. It'll be better if you rest at home. L

llow nod. "Okay..." Deniece smiled and helped Marzia stand. Then,

dick ever. Granted, I've never really talked to him because I reckon he doesn't speak to peasants like me, but I feel it!" She kept talking that Marzia decided to

too busy fending for herself and being the perfect fiancee to a perfect man. She looks at Deniece, and the latter is stil

ece looked to the right. "Marzi

across the avenue, her bridal gown flying through the wind,

r Ian! Is she a runaway bride

She's crying, so maybe her groom-got cold feet."

eo's insensitive comment halted the moment

turn if you keep talking

, bo

light district, so did Marzia in her fluffy wedding dress. S

pular. Maybe I can find

ting the distraught woman off easy. "Give me one bottle of whiskey. With the stones," she confidently said as she sat on th

n. The bartender scrambled behind to pick up a bottle, but before he took t

uthfully, Marzia has never drunk whiskey before. She has only drank wine and champagne with an occasional can of beer when pressured by her friends. So, upon pouring the

ged the glasses of i

ssed. And now, Marzia

from imbibing again. "M-Miss? Uhm, I don't think I should give you an

ked him in the eye with her crazy, reddish orbs. "You fucking men always think that you know what we want, what we need, and what we do! Well, let me tell

left and right watches her bullying the bartender. Still, she didn't give

ed at the exit, and yelled, "Guard!