The sixteenth arrived as scheduled. This was the wedding of the century that took the entire city by storm.
Five hundred drones spelled out my name in the night sky, and the entire long street was carpeted with airfreighted red roses.
Dressed in a wedding gown, I walked toward Spencer under the gaze of a crowd of prominent socialites and elites.
Spencer reached out to me with a smile, and was just about to put the ring on my finger when the screech of tires came from outside the banquet hall.
Then came a loud crash, as a black off-road vehicle rammed straight through the two wooden doors.
Shards of glass and splinters of wood flew everywhere, and the guests scattered in panic.
The car door was kicked open. Wesley, unshaven and with bloodshot eyes, rushed out holding a broadsword.
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