Walking into Hillary's dressing room is only describable by calling it a nightmare.
Hillary's father follows shortly behind me, also concerned where his daughter is. He sees it only a few seconds after I do.
The room is a mess. It looks like a tornado ripped though this room and tore it apart. Glass vases full of flowers are smashed on the ground leaving the flowers there to die. Papers are thrown about everywhere you look. The couch cushions are disturbed. The place is a complete disaster to say the least.
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Yet, in all of this chaos, there is no sign of the bride-to-be.
I continue further into the room calling out her name. "Hillary?" I say calmly, hoping this scene is nothing more than a simple bridal meltdown that can be solved with a quick pep talk. I lift an unbroken vase off the floor and set it on a windowsill to salvage what is left of the damaged flowers.
Hillary's father pushes past me into the bathroom when he sees the door is ajar. "Hillary?!" He screams.
I enter the bathroom with him, hoping to find some answers as to where she is.
Only, walking in there only left me with more questions. One of Hillary's shoes sits on the floor as if it was thrown there.
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I turn around to shut the open window as a breeze of freezing cold air hits my exposed back.
Hillary's father wipes his sweat with a tissue and exits the bathroom. As do I.
Yet, something pulls me back into that room. I lift Hillary's shoe off the floor and stare at it. Where could she have gone? But also, where could she have gone without one of her shoes?
Logan enters the room followed by Peter. They stare at me with worried eyes as I exit the bathroom with her shoe in my hand. "Please tell me she's in there." Peter says softly.
Hillary's dad shakes his head and exits the room. "I'll go check the other rooms."
Peter follows his grandfather, leaving Logan in here with me. "I don't like this."
I nod. "I've got the same feeling you do." I set her shoe down on the disturbed table and shake my head. "Do you think she ran?"
Logan shakes his head. "She loves him so much."
"Yeah but, I mean, maybe she is just scared." I suggest. "We don't know everything that was going on with her. I mean, just think about Peter."
Logan nods. "Should we go looking for her?"
"If we don't, who will?"
Authors note: sorry I have been gone so long! Life really came at me these last few weeks.
What do you think of this chapter and its events? Do you guys think she ran away or is something seriously wrong?
Also... I somehow gained 1,000 reads in these last two weeks???? I now have 2K reads and I couldn't be more shocked. Thank you!!
