The Wedding Crasher

Taking a quick look in the mirror applying bright red lip stick to my full lips to match my red high hills, & tight fitting dress. I sigh and finally leave to go due my dirty job. It wasn't dirty. It just wasn't nice, but I brought in a lot of money. You probably have no idea what I'm talking about, I'm a wedding crasher. I get money for making the wife or groom, not marry each other. Horrible, I know. But its how I get money to live. Right, now I'm on my way too Austin Robert Carlile &, Gracie-Ann James. Whoever they are.

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After sneaking into the church, And taking a seat in the far back row, I spot my target. The Husband to be. He seemed young to be marrying. Oh, well. As I search for the bride, I go to the little dinning hall filled with balloons. As I hear hushed whispers in the Kitchen, I turn to see the bride to be kissing some other dude. Well this should be easy I muttered. I quickly snap a picture. Then slowly walk towards Austin, he was staring at me up and down. As I finally reach him, I ask " Would this be your bride to be, sir? Because I wouldn't want you marrying a slut. "
I see him studying the picture hard. Then he ask, " Was that here? What the fu-" He got cut of by Gracie " Hi, baby who is this?" She said kissing his cheek. He pushes her away. " Well, before I answer that, can you please tell me who the fuck you are kissing in the picture?" He yelled. " O-oh, U-uh, ba-by its not what it looks like." She said stuttering. I started walking away. And, before the doors close, I hear something that means that my job here is complete. " THIS MARRIAGE IS OVER."

Notes

How'd you guys like it? Eh, Its short. I don't know if I like this yet. But, yanno. Comment, & rate.