Epilogue

Jennifer admired her reflection in the mirror. A little smile was constant on her lips. She had never thought that her special day would turn out to be like this. When she grew up, she had hoped that her father would be there for her on this day. That he would walk her down the aisle, holding her hand. Yet, that was far from reality. Her father had proved himself to be nothing but a halfwit. 

Her wedding gown was nothing short of a masterpiece. The top was embroidered using beads and sequins. The lacy flared skirt gave the gown an elegant look. Although her neckline revealed enough of her cleavage, she was certain that no one would dare look there. No one except the man of her dreams. A long slit on the side revealed her smooth legs. She smirked as she traced the Glock that was strapped to her thigh. Carrying it with her at all times was now a norm for her.