I stand in our dream home. I look fit to kill In front of the arch in our ivory stone fireplace with carvings that frame it’s structure. It’s very classy like myself, especially today.
I truly love him, and for the first time I don’t want to run. I cross and hug my arms around and below my chest. The inscription, Dopo il Sogno, after the dream, is tattooed and insulated on my tortured wrist from another time and place.
I turn slightly towards the left, and expose three-quarters of my face. I look with seduction, my eyebrows are raised and curious, and my red lips don’t open, but they beg to.
My brunette, wavy long hair is pined up with an ivory flower in bloom. I wear opaque pearls in both my ears. My white gown controls me, the restraints are of eloquence, pearl silk caress’s my curves, and my slender silhouette. Where the creamy silk fabric touches my upper thigh, it flows down, and intertwines until it reaches the thresholds of the marble floor. In front of me is light, beyond me is shadowed.
Scott Montgomery brings me into focus and snaps his camera. There is a flash of light. I run through petals of yellow. I have the innocence of two children. Maybe I believe in destiny and happy endings after all.
“Follow me.” Scott says. He’s in his tux and converse sneakers, he reaches out for my hand. I feel pleasure as mine wraps into his, and he leads me up the winding staircase to our master bedroom.
We enter the room and connect. “Are you about to manipulate me?” I whisper to Scott. We kiss for a lifetime.
I suddenly feel a cold shiver. Seconds later, Scott Montgomery is shot point blank in the head, right between his eyes. In front of my face I watch him fall. He doesn’t speak a last word, bam. He drops dead. His blood splatters across my creamy silk wedding gown. My husband of four hours is dead.
When I look up, the killer is gone. I know who the man is though. I cross over Scott’s body. I pull down my hair that is in perfect waves; a real classy wife I was. I part it down the center and destroy the former shape. I look into the mirror my disheveled, risky waves bring me back into a different being. Angela Madison is about to disappear. I slip out of my gown. Keeping my eyes focused where they both should and should not be, I work like a cheetah around the murder scene.
I throw on an old pair of jeans with my life’s rips and tears in the right knee. I pull over my head a white t-shirt. I locate my brown leather boots, and hop around as I gear in. One last item, a pendant necklace. I stop for a minute to open the locket and I stare at the black and white picture of my grandfather standing behind my grandmother. He wears his navy uniform, and a cornered grin that would make any woman feel uncontrolled, but his arms are wrapped around her, my grandmother; they are in love. I clasp the locket shot and hold it against my chest wear it now hangs.
I’m in a race with time, thankfully not with light, I think, semi-amused. I run to the closet and find a hidden gem from my past. I can smell the scent of Michael as I slip my arms into the zippered sleeves of my maroon motorcycle leatherjacket. I must create another identity, again.
I open up a locked armoire drawer and grab a passport and $250,000 dollars; all one hundred-dollar bills wrapped in bands. I place the money into my suitcase. I take one last look at Scott. I kiss my hand and blow a kiss at his lifeless body. “I’m sorry Scott, I should’ve told you who I was.”
I exit an old life, and I tear off down the road towards Clive’s house. I’ll call a cab to pick me up from there. I can trust Clive; I hope. However, in this game, one never knows.
There is a price to pay, that I wasn’t prepared for, when you get involved in risky business. A charming man once taught me how to play roulette, I tossed the dice, and from that throw on, my innocence was murdered. Now Scott is also added to the list; he too fell in love with his fate for death.
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