MIA
Two weeks later
It was the riotous two weeks of my life. And I was drunk and high on happiness. Every moment made me wonder whether it was a dream or not.
“Late? What do you mean by she would be slightly late?” Sammy's voice boomed from inside her room.
Before I could take another step, another voice echoed from downstairs.
“For God’s sake, I can’t wear a sheer gown. My gun holster would be visible,” Aurora bellowed at someone.
Ok. This wasn’t a dream. It was a mad, mad reality. And I was probably the calmest bride in the history of brides.
“Where the hell did you keep my Damascus blade? I am about to shoot someone today!” That was Dominic’s voice, roaring at another someone.
I closed my eyes and sighed.
This was going to be a long day.
“There’s the bride-to-be,” Mrs. Jones a
