Natasha saw a knife beside the cake, and used it to cut off the frills of her dress, giving herself enough freedom to go around again unhindered, with it now reaching her calves. It was also not that fluffy anymore.
Then she took the cake, the champagne and a small bottle of water and brought them inside, closing the door behind her. She leaned against it.
Miguel and Paige's eyes were on her, while Lance contemplated if his plan to get out of the shackles could really work out.
Natasha giggled and took a few sips of water, her eyes never leaving Paige hanging at the cross.
"Thirsty?" She threw the empty bottle down the aisle, laughing mockingly.
"Beg me."
Paige sighed and looked at the worn-out bride. She was thirsty, but not to that extent.
"I'm more interested in the knife."
Lance looked up when he heard that, standing up as well, sneering at Natasha flaunting her wealth.
"Throw the knife here." He commanded.
