Everyone's actions were swift, and in less than a minute, the red booklets had vanished from their hands, each standing with impeccable posture, expressions all different from the next.
But in everyone's eyes, the same phrase was written: heartache.
These marriage certificates will likely never return to their hands.
Some had not even touched or seen the wedding photos of themselves with Goddess Sampton.
Their Goddess Sampton was so beautiful, and they looked so handsome; surely it was a match made by heaven.
"Now, when I call out your name, watch my hand signals and stand to the right or left," James Black picked up the box, glanced at the few people who were secretly rejoicing, then read out their names one by one. After inspecting all the marriage certificates in the box, he kicked the box slightly farther away.
The hearts of the people below jumped with the box; their treasures were treated with such disregard by their Chief.
