He stared at the invitation.
"Layla and Nabu cordially invite you to their wedding, we hope you will attend and be
Part of the most important day of our lives."
It had been sent to him by e-mail, through Musa's address, and the sound of wedding bells taunted him from the e-invite, below which was a photograph of Layla, her dark, black hair swept up on her head, holding the arm of a dark-skinned man, who looked like he was wearing a dress, too. A personal message, below the photo read.
"This message is to ensure that you will come for sure. I know I called you up, but I'm pretty sure you were planning to not turn up. You better. I expect you to come, and bring Musa with you. I know you guys haven't talked
for awhile, and she doesn't know that i sent this message to you, don't you dare tell her,
Just show up."
-Layla
So he would be expected to accompany Musa to the wedding. He knew a large part of why he was being invited was because of her. He shook his head. He had had enough of women, but this would be a good way to get revenge. He smirked.
So, the person he was talking to for so long on the internet was Musa's friend, best friend, even. She had called him up, of cause, as the message had said. He hadn't known that it was the same girl, then. He had been so nice to her, though he truly had no plans to come. And she hadn't mentioned Musa in her phone call…
But now, he would make sure he attended, and made it a day she would never forget, for all the wrong reasons.
He had been dying to meet her and now, he would, on her wedding day, "the happiest day of her life" he mimicked, his voice cold. He had nothing against the bridegroom, but he certainly had something against the bride.
"Layla , I will have my revenge," he said, his eyes vacant, his voice low and threatening.