And I could only watch them roll around and express their love for each other in agony and despair.
Three days later, when the first light of the morning streamed in, Lindsay had put on her wedding dress, blushing shyly as she waited for the driver to pick her up. She looked so beautiful, even more beautiful than I did when I wore mine.
I blinked, not wanting the tears to fall.
By noon, Carl stood at her door, holding flowers in his hand, his gaze full of deep affection.
Lindsay threw herself into his arms without hesitation, like a princess celebrating her victory and they climbed into the wedding car, which was reserved just for them.
By the time I arrived at the venue, out of breath, their wedding had already begun. Carl locked his eyes on Lindsay, as if she were the only star in the universe. There was not a trace of me on them anymore.
Just when the couple exchanged rings, the crowd cheered and the ceremony was about to end, the door burst open and the police officers rushed in with guns raised, shouting, “Put your hands up and don’t move! You two are suspected of murdering Miss Hunt. We have enough evidence!”
