The pain sent me curling up in a ball, but a flicker of hope rose within me.
'As long as Celine notices I’m missing, she’ll definitely come looking for me!'
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At the hotel, the auspicious time had arrived.
Guests whispered among themselves, and the host adjusted the schedule for the third time.
Celine stood in the lounge, dialing Kristian's number over and over again, but it kept going unanswered.
"Celine, why can’t I reach Kristian? Could something have happened to him?"
Theo, acting as the best man, was nearly in tears from worry.
Celine’s face grew darker. She lifted her wedding gown and rushed outside. "I’m going to find him!"
She sped back home, flinging open the door. The living room was eerily quiet.
Kristian's slippers were neatly placed by the entryway, and Kristian's pristine wedding suit still hung on the coat rack in the middle of the room, the dust cover still on.
"Kristian?"
She checked every room, even opening the wardrobe, but Kristian was nowhere to be found.
She checked the bathroom and confirmed he hadn’t returned home last night.
Celine couldn’t help but let out a helpless laugh before heading straight to the police station.