In the elite circles of New York city the Andrew's family were the richest.
Inside the spacious and luxurious bridal chamber, a tall and imposing man suddenly grabbed the bride who was dressed in an expensive wedding gown, his anger palpable.
"You are not Emily Weston. The Weston family have some nerves, dating to follow me with a fake bride. You're courting death."
The bride was forced to tilth her head back, her slender and graceful neck stretched out, but it did nothing to soften the man's wrath.
"Let...let go..."
The bride's face was partially covered by a snow- white mask, concealing most of her face. However, her eyes, bright and clear like stars were visible.
"Let... Let go...
Tears welled up in the bride's eyes as she chocked out the words, her voice trembling with discomfort. With a flick of his wrist, the man threw Ashley Weston to the ground, looking down at her in disdain.
