Inside stretched a massive wall covered from edge to edge in thousands of photographs.
They were the explicit bed photos of Winnie and Lucas that media reporters had snapped just a few nights prior.
Every angle, every pose, their content was so scandalous it left anyone who looked too long gaping in shock.
Right in the dead center of the wall, pinned beneath all the photos, was a greeting card scrawled in blood.
Winnie, I told you, you'd regret this. Since you're so desperate for me to issue a clarification, I'll congratulate you and Lucas with these photos. Happy forever after, you two.
As the shocked murmurs and panicked gasps of the crowd rose all around her, a cold, sick dread coiled in Winnie's gut. She knew something was very wrong.
She ripped her wedding veil off in one harsh
