"To us," he raises his cup and smiles. "Til death do us part."
You smile back, a cold look on your face.
"Yes," you smirk. "Till death do us part..."
''Darling, if your looks could kill, this ballroom would suffer a massacre,'' he mutters, the corners of his... More
"To us," he raises his cup and smiles. "Til death do us part."
You smile back, a cold look on your face.
"Yes," you smirk. "Till death do us part..."