Revenge of the Bride (Bouquet)

I look forward, glaring in anger.

I know I’m clenching my hand too tightly, but I ignore any pain.

The blood from my palm drips down my fingers and lands on my bouquet.

How could they do this to me?

My sister and the “love” of my life betrayed me.

This was supposed to be a happy day. The beginning of my new life.

Instead, it will be their last.

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