Love Can't Be Cut

PROLOGUE

"Our hearts are filled with great happiness on this wedding day of the bride and groom. They 

come before you, pledging their lives and their hearts to one another. Grant that they may be 

ever true and loving, living together in such a way as to never bring heartbreak into their 

marriage," The priest droned on, but no one was really listening. 

Everyone was too busy either being bored or admiring the bride. She was dressed in a beautiful 

white gown with lace trim, a trail of shimmering silk gliding past her shoulders and down to her 

hips. 

 "Now," the priest went on. "Does anyone object?" The room stayed silent, as expected. 

Suddenly, the sound of a chair scraping the ground filled the silence. 

"I object!"

Gasps echoed around the hall, which turned into murmurs of astonishment and disapproval. 

The priest, on the other hand, was having a panic attack, as they had never learned what to do if 

someone objects. No one ever does it, so why bother learning, right? Apparently not. Just as the 

confused priest opened their mouth (either to say something insightful or to say "bye!" before 

they ditched the wedding, no one knows), there was a thundering crash.

Everyone's heads turned towards the sound. The big, mahogany doors slowly opened. The girl 

in the audience groaned, but there were undertones of affection to it. 

Y'all always have to be the center of attention, don't you?