KIARA
"What do you mean by brides?" I asked, clutching at the fabric of my loose night dress.
Estella shrugged, flipping her hair over her left shoulder.
"It's just as I said. Denzel has made it his habit to murder his brides on the night before their wedding. Terrible, isn't it?" She said, chuckling darkly.
"Tell me more," I choked out, tears blurring my vision.
"Not yet. Once I'm sure that you're on my side, I'll tell you. For now, I'll leave."
She winked at me and turned away from me.
"Wait-"
"I'll come to see you soon. In the meantime, you should find out as much as you can. Bye," she said.
Right after this statement, she snapped her fingers and vanished into thin air alongside her bodyguard.
My eyes widened when I realised that the room had also changed. I was back in m
