His ballerina who curses

AVA’S POV

My throat hurt from the blood-curdling scream that tore out my lips the second I saw blood splattered on the white floor, painting it red.

The blood was dropping more and more by the second and with trembling hands, I reached out to the source, only to find out it was Vincenzo who got shot.

Luckily, it was his arm and not a vital part of his body which could possibly lead to death.

I wouldn’t want to be a widow on my wedding day.

I placed my hands on his bleeding arm, trying to stop it from bleeding profusely, as he might feel dizzy if he lost too much blood.

“You….” My throat was clogged. “You’re bleeding.” My forehead was covered in sweat and my lips trembled slightly from the shock of everything that was happening.

Never in my twenty-three years of living, would I have thought my wedding, my sacred day, the day I celebrate once in a lifetime, would turn into a blood-bath action movie.

My reception turned out to be an action movie without a cameo from John Wick and probabl