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Portia duCirce fiddles with the engagement ring on her finger.
How should she get rid of this one? She sits on a chair in a room, at the wedding, waiting for everyone to line up. The brides maids, ring man, flower girl, everyone is just all over the place.
Fire... no, drowning...? No. Finally everyone lines up. Portia stands, walking over to the mirror. She wears a long white dress, not to fancy. The simplicity makes her eyes very striking, putting the focus onto her and not the dress. "Come Portia! It's time!" She gets into the back of the line, still messing with her engagement ring. "Are you getting cold feet lovey? Don't worry, that's normal." The flower girl says, her British accent thick. She smiles, and stops fiddling. Everyone starts to walk out, parting into two lines, and standing on the sides of the aisle. Portia walks out, smiling at the groom.
Planned murder..? No... that's not it. Next thing she knows, the priest is reading from the book. Portia has been through this a hundred times, making this the most boring part. She looks around. Croissants and other French pastries are on the tables. There is a feast, a dance floor, yet not many people. Portia likes to keep the witness count limited.
"I now pronounce you husband and wife!" The priest finally finnishes. Took him long enough. Everyone claps, and the groom and Portia walk back. Minutes later they come out and celebrate. Portia told him earlier that they shouldn't waste their time with a honeymoon. Instead, a party awaits!
Ooh yes, that's a good idea. That's exactly what I should do. Portia walks over to the table. "I think that we should eat first. Then we can work it off, and we won't gain any weight!" Portia exclaims. The groom agrees, and they sit down. A steak is placed in front of us. "I think that we should feed each other, you know, just for fun!" She says. Normally she wouldn't eat steak, maybe a salad instead, but decides this is perfect. "Oh, alright!" The groom replies. He feeds Portia a small bite.
Perfect... Portia cuts off a huge bite. And my huge, she means HUGE. The groom doesn't notice, and then starts to choke. More and more. People scream. "Portia! The Heimlich. Do it!" "I-I don't know how!" Portia yells and stands. She uses her best acting skills, looking terrified.
The money had already been transferred. After a moment, it's all over.
Another one bites the dust. Portia rushes to her mansion, and starts to think about what she should do with her money. So many options. She decides to start by going to the mall. She drives there a gets out of the car. She decides on Vallet Parking, using her new money. She walks into the shopping center, right into the food court. She sees a candy store.
Smells so good! She ignores the extra calories, and goes in. Inside, a random person walks up to her. "Um, are you that girl on the news? Portia, right?" An older woman asked. "Uh..." Portia wonders, hoping she didn't get caught. "I just wanted to say you have my condolences." Good, she wasn't caught. She spies another man in the candy store, wearing a suit with a slick hair cut.
I smell money... Time for the next one.
