The Wedding: A Faces Of Evil Short Story - Plot & Excerpts
Empty boxes were scattered all over the floor. The distinct evergreen scent of the Fraser Fir mingled with the lingering smell of sugar cookies. Jess stood back and surveyed the enormous tree. Dan had borrowed his father’s truck and driven out to the Christmas tree farm first thing Thursday morning. He’d brought the tree into the house and set it up so they could hang the first ornament together before leaving for the office. The beautiful angel sitting on the very top of the tree made Jess smile. They’d hoped to get home early enough after the rehearsal dinner to finish decorating but that hadn’t happened. This morning—yesterday morning, technically—she and Dan had left for work and, according to his mother and Jess’s sister, it was bad luck for the groom to see the bride again until the wedding. It was a ridiculous superstition in Jess’s opinion, but she wasn’t about to test fate. Particularly after the summer she and Dan had survived. Though she’d missed Dan, Jess and Lily and the bridesmaids had spent the evening doing fun, girlie things.
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