Masked Man

The bells were jiggling, the songs of the weddings playing across the whole of Darkwood. The news about Harry Vernon getting consumated into marriage had spread like a wild fire and many who heard this, wondered who the lucky bride could be

Meanwhile, Debby was staring at her beautiful self in the mirror. She was wrath in pure white, with diamonds placed at each helms of the gown. She wasn't the type that enjoyed make ups and instead chose a more natural self, despite the stylist complain.

Harry had informed her only a week before about the wedding and while she thought it was a mere joke, the whole plans became serious, when Harry hired the best stylist out there to make a befitting gown for her.

"You looking like a working art, my dear." Debby smiled at the stylist compliment. She had a french accent to her tone.

"Mommy!" She turned around to see Fred fully dressed in a very expensive Italian sized suit. Debby smiled as her son looked all handsome and didn't fail to show it.

"Oh my