Five days quickly passed.
Inside a quiet dressing room at the back of the church, Nancy stood in front of a large mirror. She wore a white wedding gown with pearls and lace, her hair neatly styled, and a veil waiting to be placed. She stared at herself for a long time, her eyes full of greed.
She smiled proudly and whispered to her reflection, “After today… I will be Mrs. Nancy Harrison.”
A wicked grin touched her lips as she reached into her purse and pulled out her phone. She quickly dialed a number. After a few rings, Luke Samonte answered.
“Nancy,” Luke said casually. “Is it time?”
“Yes,” she whispered. “Everything is ready. I’m wearing the gown. They think I’m Angela Smith. No one suspects anything.”
“Good,” Luke replied. “Just make sure you stay calm and sweet. Don’t let anyone
