You’re in an arranged marriage with your childhood best friend, Calix. He's cold and even told you that he didn't love you.

You wore a black body con dress with red bottom heels. Your friends pulled up outside and honked their horn.

You walked downstairs as quiet as you could and before your hand touched the door knob.

You heard a gun click from behind.

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

Did I forget to mention that he's apart of the mafia?