It was raining at 2:07 AM when a house of a lovely couple was surrounded by police vehicles and a line labeled “Police Line Do Not Cross”. One of the officers was comparing two photographs and said “Yes, it’s him”.

 Wedding bells are ringing. The sun was about to set. Upon entering a white carriage Liz, a 20 year-old woman with round eyes, short hair and brown complexion who was working as a columnist at The Hostile Bulletin threw a bouquet of white roses to her bride’s maids outside the cathedral. It was their wedding day. She has been married to the man that she had been dating for nine months named Henry. He was bearded, tall and white. A freelancer and a very intelligent man who knows just about everything there is to know about anything to be worked on. A very loving, charming and romantic man he was.  Because she had only dated him for nine months she knows less about him and hardly knows anything about his past. But it never bothered her for all she knows is that they love each other and they’re having a baby, since Liz was already three months pregnant when they got married.

“Hoow!”

 The cavalier said. They’ve arrived to their haven, a concrete two-storey plain white-painted house with a swimming pool in the backyard. Henry took Liz by the hand as she went out the carriage. At the door, “Henry” she said, surprised she was when Henry carried her on their way to the room. When Henry opened the door of the room she was overwhelmed of what Henry had prepared. There were full of rose petals from their doorstep to their bed. A table for two with candle lights that was well prepared with red table cloth and glass wares. 

“Oh honey, is this all for me? You are one of a kind darling.”

“Do you like it?”

“Of course I do. I love you baby.”

Henry smiled and laid Liz gently on the bed and went to the table to light the candles. He opened a bottle of champagne and poured it into two champagne glasses. He gave her the glass.

“Are you happy?”

“So happy.”

“I love you and I will always love you.”