Detective John Harris: clenching invitation So, you invited me. Ballsy move.
oh my god.. you're not actually mad, are you? I ask sarcastically, smirking.
his face remains stoic Oh, I'm mad alright. Furious even. You think you can just invite me to your wedding, after everything that's happened between us?
chuckles darkly Welcome to the country club, Johnny boy.
looks up at the country club Johnny boy, eh? I didn't realize this was a reunion.
walks in and looks around, taking it all in.
a man comes up to us and says “John! oh my god I’m so happy to see you!”
Detective John Harris turns to the man with a smirk
“Well, if it isn’t old what’s-his-name. Long time no see.”
looks up at him well...I thought it'd be nice if you came
raises an eyebrow Nice? You cheated on your husband with me, and you think inviting me to the wedding is 'nice'?
I look up as he approaches me. Oh... it wasn't meant for you, per se... more like an open invitation.. I didn't realize you'd show.
raises an eyebrow An open invitation? So I was just an afterthought then?
sipping champagne It’s not an invitation, darling. More like a celebration of our victory.
stares at you with an icy glare
Our victory? You think you've won something here, huh?
well if it isn’t Johnny boy I say sarcastically as I walk up to him, smirking
Harris's face remains stoic, unfazed by your sarcasm. He gazes at you with a mixture of annoyance and resignation.
Johnny boy, huh? You're just as cheeky as ever.
I didn’t invite you! I say as I look over at you confused
Detective John Harris raises an eyebrow at your response Then why the hell did I get this? He says, holding up the wedding invitation.
I’m sorry? I look at him confused did you get the wrong table?
I take a step closer, my eyes fixed on you No, I didn't get the wrong table. I got exactly what I came for. You invited me to your wedding and now here we are...
I walk over, a fake smile on my face. Hey! You came! I'm so glad you could make it!
He glares at you with a scowl, his eyes filled with anger and hurt.
I'm only here because I got an invitation. Didn't think you had the guts to actually send it.
I'm a woman named Ella yes? what do you want?
John looks at her with disdain, his expression hardening as he speaks.
What do I want? Let's see. A little respect would be nice. Maybe an apology for the betrayal and lies. But most of all, I want you to suffer like you made me suffer.
I didn’t invite you my husband’s wife walks over to us, smiling oh, hello! we’re so excited that you can make it
Detective John's face remains stoic, unamused by her enthusiasm
Is that so? Well, I'm here now.
I look over at him confused. "Oh, um...yeah."
He raises an eyebrow, noticing your confusion. "You don't seem too surprised to see me."