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The Old Church - #3
The sun had sunk behind the distant mountaintops and a purple glow of the sunset remained in the sky. The guests are beginning to arrive from long queues of limousines and beautiful expensive cars. The vehicles waited for a moment in the driveway for their occupants to step out. From a black vehicle, Sholay stepped out in an extremely feminine and romantic red dress shimmered with silver floral patterns that framed and enhanced her hidden beauty. Although she wasn't feeling anywhere near as cheerful as she should. She had hoped to enjoy the night.
Marcus also emerged, an average height in a black tuxedo though a little plump on the stomach. He held out his hands and guided her to the stairs. He had carried his camera on his neck. Flipping their IDs to the security guard at the entrance, they were granted access to enter after receiving a PRESS name tag.
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