Why is this happening to me? My dress has bloodstains on it, not wine. Not dirt. Blood!

 I can’t return it now, not that it matters anyway. What do I do? Send people home? Call an ambulance? My thoughts are spilling everywhere like the rose petals we never got to throw.

 Should I cry? Scream? Break something? How would you feel if your husband got shot on your wedding day?

 My name is Sierra Montgomery, and on the day I married the love of my life, I became a widow. You probably wonder how this all started, well let’s go back to the beginning.

Till death do us part by i've made coffee

coming soon...