Timothy had fallen in love with that cruise ship at first sight and sure enough, he agreed when the planner suggested it. Stephanie, of course, had no objections. The grander the wedding, the more prestige for her.
Then, on the wedding day, Timothy was nowhere to be found. Someone said they saw him go into the luxury suite prepared for their wedding night.
The guests laughed and teased, “The groom’s really impatient! He can’t even wait for the ceremony to end before the honeymoon? Director Bloom must be that irresistible! Hurry up and bring him out. There’ll be plenty of time to enjoy each other after the wedding!”
Stephanie smiled politely, but unease crept into her chest. Surrounded by guests, she went to the suite.
The moment she pushed the door open, screams erupted all around her. Timothy wasn’t in the room.
The bed, which should’ve been covered with rose petals, was soaked in blood. And right in the middle of it lay a severed, bloody hand—still wearing that diamond watch.
“What a sight! Don't you agree?” I clapped my hands lightly and stepped out from the crowd, smiling. “Director Bloom, your wedding decorations are always so… unique. Shouldn’t you go take a closer look?”
