Cristys’ POV
Foxy was fading fast. You could see the pain look on her face and the death grip she had on her finger. We were on the way home and Joey always kept a hand on her. I was stuck in this back set with the troll and I was picturing just throwing her out of the car into traffic. If she opened her mouth I might do it too.
The dresses were being packed up and set to the house and his mother was pissed that her dresses weren’t even looked at. I wasn’t going to say anything, but the one dress was identical to the wedding dress Sam wore and I knew she picked it just to throw it in her face. She was an evil woman and the less she had to do with this wedding the better.
“if you want the pain of the heat to stop you two need to separate.”
