Seventy Five

“Marcel! I have to go to Marcel, right now!!” Abigail shrieked, her whole body in panic mode.

“Calm down, and I got you.” Stephanie said to her patting her back. Stephanie brings out a scissors from her bag, and hurriedly cut off the down part of Abigail’s wedding gown.

“Stop what you are doing, Stephanie. Stop it this instant!!” Mrs Weston growled, marching towards the alter.

“I’m sorry Mrs Weston, but if my bestie wants to see her man.. then her man she gets to see.” Stephanie replied dropping her scissors back in her bag. Somehow she knew it would come in handy and that was why she brought it along, just incase a certain bride needed to run away.

“Abigail, let’s go.” Stephanie stretched out her hand, smiling at her friend.

“No, she’s not going anyway. You are not going to leave me on the alter, Abigail!” Mark yelled.

Abigail turns to stare at him, grinning… “Watch me.” She claims Stephanie outstretched hand, and together they ran out of the church, hailed a taxi and got in.

“Take