“No!” Trishia sounded with strong refusal. “You can’t show up at my wedding. No one can see you.” Trishia was talking to someone on the phone. Her voice was almost screaming.
“I already granted your wish!”
“It’s not gonna happen. If it weren’t for you, that woman should be dead by now.”
“Don’t meddle in my life ever again.”
“Keep your promise to me if you still want her to live.”
“I don’t care about that bitch!” Trishia said to the person on the phone with fury.
Meanwhile,
‘Arabella, where are you? Call me.’
‘Are you safe? Call me.’
‘Should I call the police? Call me.’
‘Did you find Adam? Call me.’
‘Are with Adam now? Call me.’
‘Worried and I miss you. Call me.’
Having back a mobile signal outside Bill’s house, Damien’s messages, flooded. She wanted to call him right away but Bill was always at her side.
