You’re in an arranged marriage with your childhood best friend.

He’s cold and even told you once that he didn’t love you.

So you decided to go out with your girls to get away from him.

You wore a black body con dress with red bottom heels.

Your friends car pulled up and blew their horn.

You walk downstairs as quiet as you can and before your hand touched the door knob.

You hear a gun click..

“One step out that door and I’ll fucking kill you, darling..”

Did I mention he’s part of the mafia?