You’re in an arranged marriage with your childhood bestfriend. He’s cold and even told you 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 pulled up outside and blew the horn, you walked down the stairs as quietly as you could.

Then you hear a gun click.

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

Shit. You forgot he’s in the mafia.