The Bride's Dark Secret

lions, was meant to be my perfect

ast my "psycho ex," Clara Evans, who ha

rand piano, Clara's worn jo

spat, kicking it away, reinforcing

first entry: lyrics to Veronica's signature song,

ling laugh felt

school melody only "we" would know, further solid

reading Clara's secret hi

ers' is almost fini

ca and I even met, before

ainty w

ainted; this was a girl who admired

arded gifts, her chilling taunt "You don't belong here, stre

me. He never asked,

cold judgmental rage, Ver

ng realization ti

a crystal glass crac

dding anymore; i

e the monstrous truth about the woman I was mar