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9:00AM ITALIAN TIME

Beautiful decorated halls. Wedding bells.

The church was bathed in a warm, golden light, casting a heavenly glow over the elegant decorations. The bride, a vision of beauty in her white gown, walked gracefully down the aisle, her bouquet of flowers adding a splash of color. The flower girl and ring bearer followed closely, their faces beaming with joy.

At the altar, the groom stood tall in his pristine white suit, his red tie a bold contrast. His white hair gave him an air of distinguished elegance. The priest, standing between them, smiled warmly, ready to join the couple in holy matrimony.

As the bride reached the altar, a sudden gasp echoed through the church. From above, a torrent of red paint poured down, drenching the groom in a shocking crimson. His suit, once immaculate, was now a vivid red. The bride's eyes widened in horror, her hand flying to her mouth. The flower girl and ring bearer screamed and ran down the aisle, their faces twisted in fear.

The congregation was frozen in shock, the tension palpable. The groom stood motionless, his expression a mix of confusion and anger, as the red paint dripped from his hair and suit. The once joyous occasion had turned into a scene of chaos and disbelief.

As the drenched man stood there on the altar, completely red, he realized with horror that it wasn't paint but pig's blood. The stench was overwhelming, and in utter embarrassment, he bolted out of the church. Just as he reached the street, a truck hit him, clearing him off the road.

Chiara, his niece, was so shocked that she stood up and gasped. The entire hall fell silent, the air thick with tension as they witnessed the groom's tragic death on his wedding day. Chiara ran out of the hall, tears streaming down her face.

Quickly, the police and security took over, ensuring everyone's safety and preventing anyone from leaving the building until the scene was secured and the accident was cleaned up.

Something was wrong....somewhere, yes! She Chiara had ensure the wedding was a success, but what went wrong??

What happened??

It was around evening to night time and the guests who had gotten over the shock were already complaining to go home. They had stayed really long here and the security was still very tight.

Finally, Chiara walked out of the church, since she was the wedding organizer, she was allowed to leave.

She left without a word and Javon couldn't help but worry about his colleague.

*****

The groom, Mr Roberto, opened his eyes to the dim shaking lights, everywhere was dark and the environment screamed death everywhere.

Death!

Death!!

Death!!!

Chiara....

"Ahhh" he gasped and before he could finish gasping, a loud scream followed. A scream of intense pain.

"You...you, how dare you??!!" He managed to say in between his pains.

Yes, it was her, with her wicked triumphant smirk looking as dangerous as ever.

"I didn't ask you to talk" she said and knocked him out with a gun on his bald hair.