Rose
A single gunshot goes off and the room is silenced. No one moves as eyes slowly move to the back of the church.
My heart drops.
I watch as their eyes settle on the man beside me. His arm raised in the air, with a smoking gun in his hand. He looks over at me and winks, breaking into a grin.
This is really happening.
Suddenly the crowd erupts into cheers and my father walks up next to me, linking his arm on mine. I turn my head to look straight down the aisle.
"We can now begin the wedding," The host says.
Our traditions before marriage have always been a bit too much. Today, they have only managed to piss me off more. If that's even possible.
The music begins and my father tightens his grip on my arms and moves forward.
The huge grand church, with creamy white walls and windo
