AMIRA
Dressed in a white dress and having my hair all done made dread today. Never in my life did I think I would be so sad on my wedding day, but I guess s**t happens, and here I am, hoping and wishing that by any slight miracle, Roi and Logan will find the body and move it so we can put an end to this madness.
“We have to go,” the event planner informed me for the umpteenth time. “if we keep delaying, we are going to get to the venue very late.”
And that is the goal. “I can’t leave just yet.” I insisted. “I have an upset stomach and the security I sent to get me drugs has not returned just yet.”
She rubbed her hand down her face. “Can please give him a call and find out what’s keeping him?”
“I don’t have his number.” I responded, trying so hard not to smile at the frustrated look on
