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Melatonin - Dec 29th 2023 22:51

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Blurb: The past catches up with two women when they were least expecting it. And the best part: one's an assassin and the other is a newlywed.

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Target data:

Richard Scholz, 51
Married
2 Kids
Running for Mayor

Yeah, yeah, yeah…

Currently on a family vacation in the Bahamas
Due to attend a weddding tomorrow night

Bingo.

A, Mr. Frank Taylor had appointed Katerina her latest assignment via mutual connects—a head honcho lawyer with a rash hunger for political control.

Katerina could not care less about those who reached out needing her assistance. She was happy to oblige if they made a deposit upon request and carried out the total payment on finalization.

The first installment had been fulfilled without issue on Mr. Taylor's part.

It was up to Katerina to deliver her end of the contract.

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After a leisurely flight to the Bahamas, Katerina settled into a dump of a motel near where the Scholz family would be attending the wedding. Stickers of 'surveillance cameras operating' were plastered on every window of the motel room windows and littered all over the janky reception room - if one could call a utility closet with a desk a reception.
Anyone with half a brain could decipher the need to broadcast masses of surveillance as one thing and one thing only: No working cameras on premises.

It was perfect.
Perfect for a figure lurking in the shadows unnoticed.

Despite the rancid odor, mouse holes in every corner, and bedsheets reeking of week-old tuna, Katerina was content. The stay would not be long, which was a slight downer. The Bahamas was an exquisite place - outside the borders of that particular motel room.

With no time to dwell on the surroundings, the woman on a mission had a wedding to attend. Uninvited and without connection to guests. However, how many people could honestly say they attended a wedding where everyone knew everyone?

Yes, that's right—those who elope.

The sun was setting, and so was Katerina's full face of makeup. A strapless, mid-thigh black dress hugged the tall woman's curves in all the right places. A blonde wig was applied with nimble fingers to cover the raven hair underneath. This wasn't Katerina's first rodeo, and it surely would not be her last with the living she made from the profession.

Once final touchups were made, Katerina tended to the last piece to put her look together. Almost ready.

Almost.

A garter was strapped to Katerina's right thigh, and a secured Sig Sauer P238 sat in that garter.

That was just a precaution. The lethal weapon of preference was snug between her breasts: a vial of cyanide.

Showtime.

Katerina cut out on the ceremony for many obvious reasons, mainly her inability to suppress the yawns that would undoubtedly make a show during the long, overdrawn - not to mention - cheesy vows.
Saving herself the trouble, she appeared at the reception venue, which was being hosted alfresco - because who would want to spend their time indoors during a summer in the Bahamas?

The music boomed, bodies danced, and fresh drinks catered around the reserved beach; the party's vitality was strong.
However, the more drunk everyone got, the more likely it was to have a clean getaway out of a sea of hazy minds.

Waiters served appetizers; tiki bartenders served drinks at impressive rates; overhead fairy lights illuminated sweaty faces, and then….there it was, the face Katerina had been ordered to watch like a hawk until he’d taken his last breath: Richard Scholz. The brawny man stood at the bar, whiskey glass in one hand, Cuban cigar between two fingers in the other, while he laughed with an older man on the shorter, rather paunchy side. Whatever they were chit-chatting about remained a riddle as Katerina's emerald eyes leered from a distance.

There had to be a time when the man was alone. Even a minute would be enough to finish the job before skipping out and never seeing that smug, hard face again.

Richard excused himself from his plump friend and approached the newly wedded couple. That was when Katerina's studying gaze anchored on a familiar face. But how? She knew no one save her target. However, those eyes that now stared back into hers stood out like black wool amongst a flock of sheep. Katerina had seen that woman; she knew that woman…

You have got to be kidding me.

Was it too late to make a run for it?

The way the woman refused to break eye contact, Katerina's plot to escape unidentified, was scrapped.

What was it, 4 or 5 years since the duo parted ways? Over the years, the memory had become sand in her palm, slipping through her fingers. However, a tsunami of memories brought an array of history rushing back to Katerina. (they can be old friends or exes)

More stunning than ever, she (your character) stood in a pristine white wedding dress. The mesmerizing waves crashing in the background gave a beautiful touch to an already alluring sight.

Katerina was paralyzed, stunned by the shocking turn her day had taken in the blink of an eye.

Katerina would have to put her plans on involuntary pause. It was time to face the music and put a final spurt of energy into reacquainting with the past. Sharp heels pierced the sand with each step; the closer she got to the couple, the louder her gut yelled at her to leave.

The groom's goofy smile showed off a row of pearly whites. His amusement was in response to something Richard had said. Katerina wondered about their relationship. She was full of questions now. "Congratulations," She broke her vow of silence to extend the wish.

"Thank you very much." The groom was the first to crack the border of tension with an energetic style. His eyes asked Katerina, 'Who the hell are you?' but his friendliness persisted, doing an excellent job of concealing underlying skepticism. "Katerina, but please, call me Kat," She answered his unasked question, echoing his lively manner. "Friend of the bride," Were they still friends? Only time will tell.
"Richard," Mr. Scholz inserted himself into the introduction unapologetically. "Father of the groom,"

If the scene had played out in a cartoon, Katerina's smile would have melted off her face and sunk into the sand at their feet. Someone had ordered a hit on the bride's father-in-law. "Lovely to meet you, Richard," She seized his hand in a courteous shake, but her eyes implored with the bride for a moment alone.

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Basically wanting this to be a story about trials and tribulations, making hard decisions and coming out of it at the end together or going their seperate ways.

Looking for someone 20+. A slow burn romance preferred. Open to changes and discussion.

Edited Dec 29th 2023 23:39