My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

Perhaps it was because the church was too quiet. Any noise that was made was picked up and recorded by the electronics. Other than Irvin's strenuous breathing, there was also the sound of a woman's sad sob.

Shirley stood in front of him as she listened to everything Irvin had to say.

She was as stubborn as he was. She had blindly chased after something that wouldn't be hers, nor his. At least he had received care from his beloved before he died while for her, happiness that was stolen was not a cure.

"Are you giving up now? Then, what's the point for me to continue fighting on?" Irvin sniffed and sneered, "You know what, you are right. My pride will not let me accept things that are given to me out of sympathy. Since you are letting go, I'm not continuing on either. Let's not bother with the third bow."

He turned to ask Evan to leave, "Go back and inform Hendrix that this time I've lost to God. He won't be so lucky next time. You can go now, thank you for today."

Evan hesitated for a moment, but he did not insist.

He nodded and left.

"Tap tap..."

The heels clacking against the wooden floor, bright clear steps faded as he gradually went further.

I turned to look out the window and I saw Evan walking out of the church. The sounds from the surveillance were gone.

As soon as he left, the only ones left in the church were Irvin and Shirley. Hendrix and I sat in the car and could not help but frown.

The plan was to let Shirley pretend to be me and we would swap after the bow. However, with them being alone, we didn't know whether Irvin would suddenly lift her veil. Once he did, he would be displeased, and things would spin out of control.

If it weren't for the time constraints, we would have given Shirley an in-ear microphone. That way, it would have been much easier to communicate with her.

busy thinking about how to deal with the current situation, from the surveillance, we saw Irvin miss his step and trip towards

of the podium. His head crashed into the podium with a

down and helped him up. She changed into a different position

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off the phone and patted my shoulder with his palm. "It's okay. The

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