*Chyna's POV*
I had imagined heart burn would be momentary,a short ignition of the organ that would send me into hell's ass and black,I had prepared for the anguish of a torture that will threaten to kill me but I knew I would survive--because,it will also eventually pass.
I am delighted to know I was right,I'm only saddened however to discover it was only in the first part,the passing would prove to insist on taking its own sweet time.
I exited the reception nearly two hours ago to collect myself and have failed to gather the composure to get back outside.
I could stomach see him nearly devour her whole on the altar but now they were acting like they were connected by the hip,his hand remained glued to her waist
and every now and then they'll glance at each other like two love birds at an IVF consultation.
I was this close to gauging my eyes out my skull at the sight of them.
I would do something I regret if I had stayed to watch them cut that cake. I felt it as sure as I felt my scorched heart was still somehow pumping lava molten blood.
The bathroom door slammed open and two tipsy girls stumbled in with wild laughter,thinning my patience into a precarious thread.
"They are such sluts."one of them began,running to the stall. "And in front of the pope too?"
I sighed and reapplied my lip stick for the hundredth time today.
"Did you see the kiss?"the other screeched,occupying the mirror space beside me.
"I'm sure even blind Miss Monica saw the kiss."
"I was sitting eight rows back and I even got wet--now if I was kissed like that,I would have thrown the wedding dress over my head,right then and there."
The lipstick slid out of my grip and fell into the sink,leaving a trail of red on the marble shell carved sink.
They chuckled disgustingly,unbothered by me. Two years ago,they would have known whose company they were in and not said such nonsense.
Two years ago,it would have been Vincenzo and I they were gossiping about,except he never made a public show of kissing me…or even looking at me with such tenderness,such devotion–I had imagined he was a private man.
How could I be more wrong.
It wasn't that he didn't display affection,it was that he didn't want to display it with me.
And here I was thinking I was special being the only woman he publicly dated–I should have known better than to fall for a man like that.
Because of him,I had lost everything I had worked for all my life: my command,my power,my money... I intended to get every single back-him included.
"Sylvia told me his mother's jaw was literally on the floor,from the dress to kiss."the other exclaimed, dumping the make-up products on the sink.The clinking of the objects on the sink snapped me from my daze.
"Oh,oh,yes! A black dress?What was she thinking–"
"I heard it was homage to her father–sorta figures since he isn't alive to give her away."
They snickered,too self absorbed to notice me glaring from the mirror.
"I cannot actually imagine Vincenzo getting married,"the girl who was apparently peeing the Nile river yelled to her friend. "He's ended his spree so,I was hoping to get a turn..I even dyed my hair blonde since that's what he's into these days."
"They'll be over soon,she can't handle all that."the girl in the stall yelled.
"Well she did make Vincenzo wait so I just know their sex life is gossip for the books"
Now that was my final straw. I snatched my purse and headed back to the reception hall.
If I don't get away from them soon,I'll end up shooting at them first and I would also be dead before I actually got Evangeline's wedding gift to her.
And we can't have that misfortune.
Outside,I buzzed through the gossiping drunk women and the sober negotiating business men as I carefully avoided anywhere I even had a slight suspicion of a camera being situated.
The reception was held at The Chateau du Montreal ,a seven-story brick hunk that had been in business for over a century. It was now well-versed with its client roster to make their business an exclusive reservation-only resort.
They had come to understand the hefty price that could be paid for privacy and have thus increased their rates over the years,becoming an unaffordable waste of money to the common mob family–the Del Toro's however have made a point to become regulars since the class exclusion.
In the past five years,they have been their only clients and that has somehow kept them flourishing now more than ever.
I've been here once for a birthday dinner and,without knowing it then,I memorised each corner,daydreaming about using it.
I kept my head low as I walked outside,it would be a pathetic job if I let the security footage include a pixel of my identity when it is later searched.
I looked in the flower pot where I had hid my gun before the body search.
A thorn pricked my skin as I squeezed myself between the bushes and crouched to look in the clay pot.
"The things you do to kill."I muttered scantily under my breath and began to dig.
My newly done nails fingers into the dirt and I screwed my face in disgust, promising to use all three bullets for the stupid hassle I had to go through just for her demise.
"Looking for something?"a familiar voice asked above me–familiar to know I knew it but still uncanny giving how long it's been since I heard it.
I tensed up.
Fuck,fuck,fuck.
I acted too hasty when I'm angry,I should have looked to make sure that no one was in sight.
I felt a guy's cold kiss press against the back of my head.
I raised my hands to my sides and pressed my eyes shut as the click of the gun being cocked reached my ears.
Is this really how I die?