Claimed by the Shadow Lord
Language: en
At our engagement gala, my fiancé’s executive assistant suggested a game of "Bizarre Wedding Blind Boxes" to kick off the night. I reached into the silk-lined bowl and drew a black velvet card. I pulled the Funeral Box. In an instant, the centerpiece of crimson roses on our table was swapped for arrangements of stark white lilies. The vibrant red gown I had tailored over six months was replaced on the digital displays with a tailored white burial shroud. On the main screen, my smiling face in our engagement portraits had been edited into black-and-white. Standing beside me in the altered…