No One's POV:
Beth: Edward..M-Master...w-what are you d-
Edward: I object this wedding!! for she, is a lie buried beneath the dishonor of her past!! filthy whore!!
With this more gasp came as beth growled softly with soft fake tears turning to sir Miguel that also looked pissed with fury, but not at Edward..but beth, as for Jasmine she stayed seated hiding a smirk along with her hand as beth gave a nasty glare before she huffed turning to the shaky man. One thing for sure, the wind was blowing at the bells which could also mean...shit was about to go down...
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Everything was quiet, only stares across the taller man with the papers of the dna from himself, and the ruined dress of the bride, tears and rips throughout the dirty dress as the women cried after being punched, a knot forming at the right cheek. Soon an wealthy old came to comfort the women in distress turning to the other man.
Brittney: how could you punch her!!
Miguel: she deserved it! besides she lied about me being the fucking father!!
Edward: she must be punished...how dare you run off and lie about your pregnancy to Sir Miguel! he could steal everything you had! Say your apologizes...
Beth: i'm...s-sorry..
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Miguel's POV:
("Being so pissed after punching the mad women right on the cheek felt so nice..")
Rubbing his knuckle he softly turned screaming as people ran and quickly escaped his wrath that consume the young man before he turned to beth.
Miguel: Take her out of my sight...if I ever see her, i'll shoot her dead on...
Beth: b-but then i'll have to-
Edward: yes..leave for good...i'll pack for you indeed.
he swiftly turned hearing the girl's cry as Edward drags her off before another slam, he soon raged with a cusses as his veins popped from his neck as he softly took off his tie throwing it before tipping over the table of the cake, as the figures fell hearing glass shattered and break off the smiling heads of the decoration of the two figure of placement as the cake splat making a mess, he continued after hours of him screaming and taking down the setting of the gorgeous wedding, that seem dead with the no music played, with the tilting or knocking of chairs gave it a chilling presence of an broken marriage as the man softly held onto the rings sitting on the soft steps sighing. But as he did not know the similar chuckle rose to his attention, feeling the rush of the peachy perfume, looking directly as her, of course he was speechless...
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Jasmine's POV:
Giggling as he stared with a shock expression before making the same shameful face looking down as she softly sat beside him feeling the air of awkwardness rose above them before she softly spoke eyeing him before she gave him his tie offering before he softly took it with no hesitation.
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The Dirty Truth.
Random"Where do we go from here?.." he'd asked, scratching the back of his neck, gazing gently with question. She'd kneeled examining the dead corpse, before swiftly taking the rifle, clicking with a load she stood with a glare. "...Not sure, but lets kic...
