A Wreath for Their Wedding
Language: en
“Congratulations, Jacob.” I stood at the entrance of the hotel ballroom, my eyes fixed on the sea of red balloons inside. “Happy wedding day.” With a deliberate motion, I set the funeral wreath down on the polished floor. It was a stark circle of white chrysanthemums, draped with a black satin ribbon. Inscribed on it were the words: May You Rest in Peace, Jacob. The bride shrieked. The color drained from the groom's face. I smiled, pulling out my phone. “Don’t worry. The police will be here any minute.” The maximum sentence for bigamy is two years. And he and I? We hadn’t even torn up our…