She danced in her dress, her bridal gown designer and new, her borrowed tiara and necklace blue. Her old ways igniting the mood of the room, but she had a secret, up in her room was the body of an ex lover, battered and bruised.

He was a terrible man, tried to ruin her day, acting the fool.

The gown was white. And the blood? Purple. How could this be? It’s because she dyed it with blackcurrant tea, to hide the smell so her husband to be would be none the wiser when she sneaks out the body in the dead of night. So a new start could begin come morning light.