Everyone was horrified, but I remained calm,
even watching the video with relish. My uncle
and aunt ran downstairs to find the key.
Tiffany couldn’t understand why they were so
scared. “Why aren’t you angry? You’re going
to say this is fake, right? It’s crystal clear!”
“You think what’s in the video is no big deal?
You want everyone to see it?”
I nodded, “Of course, it’s real. The acting is
superb. Why would I think it’s fake?”
Tiffany was confused, “Are you… crazy?
You’re admitting it’s real?”
I nodded again, “Yes. I suspected you and
Mark were having an affair. Why else would
he be so nice to you? Why didn’t you want to
wear a bridesmaid dress? You wanted a
wedding dress!”
“I never expected you’d do something so
self–destructive.”
“But…” I paused, “I’m still glad you shared
your video with everyone. It’s quite the show!”
Tiffany’s face turned white. She spun around.
A scream tore through the room!
“The video… it’s changed!”
Ten:
The video wasn’t me with eight guys. It was
Tiffany and Mark getting intimate. Crystal
clear.
