The cathedral was a stunning sight, adorned with exquisite floral decorations that did nothing but added to it's grandeur. "We are here today," The priest began, his tone rich and commanding. "To witness the union of Manuel and Yvette in holy matrimony". "Before we proceed, if there is anyone here who knows of any lawful impediment to this marriage, speak now or forever hold your peace" . . . . . . "I object!". " On what grounds do you object, young man?". This marriage cannot proceed as it would be unlawful. A married woman cannot marry again not when I , her husband is still hale and healthy". Yvette Jasmin, a rising and well-known actress was over the moon about her upcoming wedding. She flew to Paris for her bachelorette party with her friends, however while drunk she haphazardly married an unknown guy who turns out to be her Brother-in-law, the man who had secretly harbored feelings for her for decades. But now entangled, he couldn't help it. Crashing her wedding was another thing, possessively claiming her was another. Whosoever wanted to get to her would have to pass through this wife slave husband.
"There's no need to cause a scene over something as small as a forgotten cellphone. I'll just grab it and return quickly". Yvette waved off her idea.
"Okay. Don't be long and also be careful on the way". Lola agreed and waved at her as she turned to her heels and ran back into the mountain
The drizzling soon turned into a steady rain and the path up the mountain was growing more and more slippery.
Her boots struggled to find traction on the wet rocks but she kept pressing on, her eyes scanning the ground for her phone.
She retraced her steps, moving faster with the urgency of retrieving her cellphone and returning to the inn for a proper rest before the heavy downpour which seems inevitable at the moment.
Just as she thought she saw the spot where she had left it, a sharp voice cut through the air.
"Do you really think you'll last km this industry even with Ezekiel by your side. Hmmph" .