He drove the wedding car to the hotel to pick up the bride. The door opened, the light dimmed, and a figure in pure white appeared, her back ethereal, like an angel.

He rushed forward, impatience blazing, and embraced what he thought was his salvation.

“Evie, thank you….”

In that instant, he turned, and blood burst forth.

My cunning smile was revealed.

The lights flared on, and the floor was no longer covered with red petals, but with rivers of blood.