Amy Cahill stared down at the invasion in her hand. The smooth navy blue cover felt like a hard cover book in her fingers, and the pink coloring of the cursive words on the white page made it slightly hard to see, but she managed to read what was elegantly printed on it.

Dear Amelia Cahill,

Addison Samantha Patterson & Hamilton Pierre Holt would be honored by your presence at their marriage.

On Thursday, the 17th of April, 2014 at 7:00 A.M.

Held at Fitzgerald Manor, 1705 Greene Circle Drive, Albany, New York.

Amy first got the letter at her home in the outskirts of Boston, about three months ago. She was, indeed certainly surprised by it. Hamilton was only a year older then Amy herself who was only at the fresh age of twenty. She never imaged the Tomas to get wedded so young, especially to a year old girlfriend that she had only met a few times and hadn't spoken more then twenty words to her. Yet, she could denied the bright light that flashed in Hamilton's eyes wherever he looked at her or how he smiled so big whenever he spoke to her. So, she guessed it all even out and maybe it was truly meant to be.

Besides, who was Amy to judge on the subject of the matter- especially when that so called matter was love.

The wedding was the reason why she was staying in a small hotel little outside of the city's limits, only a twenty minute drive over to the destination. She made reservations for the room earlier well before the date, planning to only stay there for two days and two night. She wasn't satisfied with her results of a cramp little room with a dusty bed and a restroom that even a bird couldn't fit in too. Well, at least the view was nice.

She glanced out to the city that laid before her in the large window as it quickly started to come alive with busy people shuffling in the streets with somewhere to be with something to do. The sun itself hasn't even fully risen yet, and some people's day have already been long began. Lights were already on in some square openings of the sky high buildings and cars of all colors and sizes were speeding off in the all different directions on the paved streets.

Amy, who was only had a bath towel wrapped around her body in any tempt of covering clothing, was sitting on her bed with her dress hanging on a hanger in the closet, with her underwear and her stockings nearby at the foot of the bed. Her damp rust colored hair was starting to curl and she knew if she didn't straighten it soon it be a frizzy mess. Her small make up bag that almost held nothing more then Chapstick was in the restroom on the counter. She was debating rather to put it on or not. The very thought made her fall onto her back on the bed, making the leftover dust come flying up and cloud up the air. She watched as the small particles flew around the room. They had more energy then her in that early morning.

The invitation was still in her hand, now closed, showing the cover of the menu like card. It closed with half of the page folded over the top, it only pinned down by a beautiful fake pink flower and white feathers underneath it, with a white lace bow at the top right hand corner. She opened up the invite again, lazily with one hand. The first full page was the invitation itself. The other full page out to the right was a pocket that held several designed sheets of papers, like the directions to the manor, the details of the ceremony and reception. The replay was missing from the folder since Amy sent it back through the mail with her request for the dinner. She chosen the baked chicken with the Caesar salad and mashed potatoes.

She carefully took out the slip that was labeled "Details" out of the pocket it was stuffed in. It was written in the same pink colored print as the invite. The page explained the enchanted princess theme and how it reflected there first encounter with each other at the ballet recital of Cinderella they met at. Hamilton went to watch his sister, Reagan, who got the lead part and Addison went to see her two other triple sisters who where playing the evil step sisters.

Due to the description on the page by the bride herself; their eyes met when the clock struck twelve and as Cinderella ran away from her prince, so did both of their hearts, escaping at magically speed to one another that sat across the auditorium.

Amy wasn't sure if that was sure if that was true or not, but it was defiantly cheesy enough to consider imagination or reality.

Her eyes moved furthered down on the list where the bridal party was stated. The maid of honor was one Addison triple sisters. And the other one was listed off with Hamilton's younger sisters, Reagan and Madison, who happened to be twins.

The groom's party was soon under it in the same lay out. The young woman smiled as she read her brother's name as the best man. Daniel Cahill.

Dan was seventeen years old and the light of Amy's life, even if he did get annoying at times. She could see him now, grumpy and sleepy in a tux, running around, trying to prepare the wedding while telling all his corny jokes that he planned to tell for the day. Oh, Danny...

She read on with the names of the groomsmen. She knew all four except for the last one who was claimed to be the cousin of the bride. The other two were two powerful men in two separate and very different domains. One was an extremely famous rapper and songwriter, the other being an incredibly successful business man in the art selling business.

She read on the end of the list which didn't hold much more then the parents of the bride and groom. He placed the sheet back into it's pocket and her eyes gleamed over back to the invite like she's done every time before. She's read the words over and over again but yet she couldn't fully comprehend the message it gave off. She was truly happy and excited for her cousin and his wife and how they would spend the rest of there lives togethers, but something in the deepest pit of her stomach, down into the dark area of her soul, twisted and turned, expanded and swelled in a kind of dreadful sign to herself that ruin her mood entirely. She ignored it and went back to the invite like she's done so many times before.

She finally stood up to get ready. She gently tugged and pulled on her silky stocking, smoothing out all the overlapping lines in the fabric. She fixed her unruly hair into decent straight locks that fall over her shoulders slightly, reminding her to soon plan a haircut for split ends in the near future. She squeezed into her old dark green dress that went down a bit above the knees, making her feel somewhat scandalous in both a positive and negative way. She declined from her make up kit that laid in the bathroom and quickly grabbed her purse and slipped the invitation inside. She strapped on her pinchy black heels and walked out the door.

She made it down to the main lobby, after a short ride in the elevator, and made it outside of the building. She waved for a taxi that came quicker then she expected. She settled in and told the driver the address. During the short ride she fixed her hair and checked her email. Once the ride was over and she arrived to the manor, she paid the driver and got out of the cab. She glazed upon the large, wooden house and it's old grey steps before starting herself in motivation to walked up the steps. She entered into the manor to find it much nicer on the inside then the out. The walls were a fresh, clean cream color and the wooden floors looked polished. The small crystal chandelier light up the room very nicely. It was a modestly beautiful room.

She followed the group of other well dressed guests in front of her through the front lobby and into the ceremony room that was to the set of French doors on the left. There they were greeted by two identical looking girls in each side of the door, both of then in the same pink dress that went down to the floor and was sleeveless. Amy recognized them instantly, even though she couldn't recall anytime before of ever seeing them in dresses.

The one standing on the left side saw Amy first and grinned widely. "Amy!"

"Madison!" She returned the smile and graced her with a warm embrace, and soon did the same with the other girl, Reagan.

"We're so glad to see you here, Amy." Reagan released her. "We thought that maybe you were too busy with work and school to come."

"I wouldn't miss this for the world." The older girl stated with a smile. "Are you guys happy to have Addison as a new addition to your family?"

"Sure." Madison replied. Amy was a little thrown off by that.

Reagan pinched her twin. "Addison was already considered family, to be completely honest."

"Speak for yourself." Madison mumbled under her breath. Reagan pinched her twin again.

Amy raised a brow towards the girl in questioning. She was about to ask why till the twins rushed her in and told her to get a seat quickly since the ceremony was to begin in a hour and the rush was about to come pouring in. Amy nodded in understand meant and left them in peace.

She advanced into the room and was taken away from the sensory. The room was pure white, almost blinding white, no other color presence. The aisle was a silky white fabric at seemed to be like a river of milk in the low lighted room. The lit candles that were place parallel on each side of the aisle add a magical flare into the atmosphere. The cushion chairs had white chiffon ribbons tied onto the back of each chair in a wavy pattern. At the end of the milky white river aisle was a wooden arch wrapped in elegantly twisted chiffon with lights underneath, shining brightly in beauty and purity. On the other end of the aisle was a bow white ivory silk that blocked the aisle off completely, like a heavenly yet simple gateway to the pure paradise. The room, overall, was breathtaking.

Amy once again felt that tugging, unpleasant feeling in her stomach as she eyed the bow. And, once again, she forgot all about it, moving forwards to her chosen seat near the back. She sat down, the only one in her row, and glanced around the room at the other guest who were presence. There were only a lump some of people and none of them she recognized, leaving her to assume that they were the bride side of the family. She was left to only retreat to her phone to play some pointless games or to send some important emails in attempt of avoiding the boredom upon her. She did so for a few minutes till she felt a new life form beside her. She knew exactly who it was when she heard the deep sign of a deeply tired voice. She smiled with jolly glee. She turned her head to meet the same jade green eyes that she owned.

"Dweeb." She addressed him in a homely hurtful way.

"Dork." Dan shot back at her in the same tone of voice.

Amy giggled at him as he lazily smiled back at her. "So, how's has it all been?" She asked.

"Oh, it's been something alright." He stated with a face that told Amy he was sure to never forget this day.

She giggled more at his misery. "Is there already a great amount of Cahill madness? Even before the whole thing begin?"

"Of course," Her brother cried in false joy. "It's a Tomas marrying a Lucian for God's sake!"

Amy stopped giggling. "Addison is a Lucian?" She asked in shock.

"Yeah." Dan answered. "Didn't you know?"

"No."

"Oh." He simply said as he ran his fingers through his hair. "Well, now you know."

Amy let that sink on for a moment. She could never image her cousin marrying a Lucian. Her eyes, unwillingly, turned back to the bow at the end of the aisle.

"What is the bow for?" She asked her dear brother. Dan's eyes turned towards the bow and then back to her. Like his feelings were completely polar of the nerve racking feelings she got from it's sight.

"Addison's parents are suppose to be standing there when she come down the aisle. Once she reaches them, they all join hands and the parents pull out the string and untie the bow. Something about it reflecting them giving up there little girl to someone else. Then they all walk down like normal and leave her when she reaches Ham."

"Oh. How creative." She complemented. Dan raised a brow at her in a motion. Amy giggled again.

"I'm never doing that at my wedding." He stated. "It seems a little much if you ask me. Or the stupid love chest thing up there that they're pulling."

"The what?" Amy never heard of the so called love chest.

"Okay," He started. "Addison and Ham are writing their vows-"

"That's so sweet." Amy cut him off in awe.

"More like terror." Dan mumbled but soon continued on. "And after they read them, they're going to put them inside of this ugly chest and keep it with them forever and ever. They're also putting long love notes in there that they're suppose to read on the ten year anniversary or something like that."

"Oh my," Amy awed again. "That's so sweet and romantic. I didn't know Ham didn't have it in him."

"Oh he doesn't." Dan stated. "It was all Addison's idea. Ham just going along with it. I swear, I have never seen such a lovesick puppy in my life." Dan's face was what made Amy crack up once again. She was louder that time, causing a few more heads to turn there way.

Amy settled down the best she could as Dan glared at her again. He was about to say something else till his phone buzzed out loudly from his pocket. He pulled it out and grimaced at the sight of the screen. "I got to go." He stated. "Enjoy the wedding, Amy."

"Bye Dan." She said her farewell to him and he went out of the ceremony room through he main entrees. Amy noticed that Madison and Reagan were gone from the door.

Time passed quickly. Amy sat in her seat and she watched more and more people gather inside the room, taking seats and chatting among others about the beauty of the room. She observed the bridal and groom party come, one by one, to there positions at the alter. The two set of female twins seemed to not be speaking to each other, vicious glares and bitten down lips where threw between the two groups as if a fight was about to break out and they were trying there best not to start it and kill one another. The groom party was entirely different. It was Dan to be the first one up, then the cousin of the bride, then Jonah. The last one to arrive was the Ian Kabra.

She watched as the Lucian strait gracefully in the room from the entree, unlike all the others. Like all the others, he was dressed in a navy blue suit with a silky pink best and tie, broadcasting his flawless olive brown skin and his raven black hair. He was as handsome as ever, and Amy almost hated herself for noticing.

He was making his way to the alter when he passed her row that only held a few other people on the other end. She didn't caught herself in time before she realized she was starting, nearly gawking, at him. He caught her first, and his amber eyes that illuminated so stunningly in the low candle light impacted her into shock for a brief moment before she turned away in embarrassment. She felt herself blush.

She soon turned back ahead to find him in his spot in the row of the groomsmen. He caught her starting at him again, and smiled at her sweetly. She returned the smile, feeling the blush rushing back to her cheeks as well.

A few minutes later, the groom came out in a happy jive. He nearly skipped over to the alter in total joy. Hamilton was smiling like he just won the lottery. He was in the same navy blue tux but had a single pink rose pinned to the left side of his chest. He balanced on the ball of his feet and called out to his groomsmen in total excitement, like a small child.

Soon the crowd settle down into seats, and the music soon came on to single the bride and her coming. Amy sat along with the audience, not standing just yet. After a few moments, Amy wondered if something was the matter, not sure or not if it should take this long, since Addison's parents were starting to look back to Hamilton. Soon, it was painfully obvious that something was wrong. Hamilton's grand grin was replaced with a worrisome frown. His excitement was taken place with great anxiety.

After another minute of nothing, the song eventually ending, Hamilton turned towards his groomsmen who where looking at one another for ideas. The cousin of the bride suggested something and all the men agreed but the one on the end, Ian. The four of them started to whispered their pleads and their rejections. It wasn't till Hamilton sadly asked, almost begged, Ian to go check on Addison when he finally did. He walked off the alter and left the room the same way her came. A part of Amy tired to stare at him and get his attendant again, but the mission failed as he didn't noticed her again.

Once he was gone from the room, everyone turned to one another and began to whispered and gossip like a middle school's cafeteria. Amy only looked ahead towards the alter. She made eye contact with Dan who shrugged his shoulders when she asked him what was happening with her eyes.

Amy turned back to the entree of the room where Ian exit. Her eyes instantly landed in the bow. Addison's parents were on each side of it, waiting patiently for their daughter. The dreadful feeling in her stomach then became too great to ignore. She took her eyes off the bow as Ian came back into the room. His face was stunned and grim, but still calm as he spoke the tragic news.

"The bride is dead." He announced. "She's been murdered."

AN: I hope you enjoyed it. I got the plot idea yesterday and stayed up till two last night to finish the chapter. I guess you could declare it a impulsive decision to post this since I didn't even send it to my beta reader, which is the cause for any grammar mistakes in this. Sorry.

Im still working on Fiendish Confessions and that's my main priority at this period of time, so updates may be slow since I'm focusing mainly on that, but I will work on this too, to the best of my abilities. I did enjoy writing this story, and do plan to finish it as soon as I can, hopefully before school starts but you never know.

Thanks for reading again, please review. Really review, I want to hear from you guys and read what you think of my work, it help me approve in my writing and that's weights in value in gold to me. Thanks again.