“Hurry chica I can’t believe you forget the veil,” Bianca said.

“Shut up and help me look,” Marla hissed.

The sisters hurried around the apartment’s living room looking in increasingly unlikely places. Marla tripped over her sister’s feet crushing Bianca’s pinkie toe.

“I’m checking the bedroom,” Marla said as Bianca erupted into a volley of imaginative curses.

In the en suite bathroom there was the veil hanging in the shower. Three yards of fine lace adorned with crystal butterflies twinkled at her. She had her first date with Freddie her fiancé at a butterfly exhibit. She hugged the memory to her chest. Running, Marla tripped over Freddie’s desk knocking his laptop to the floor.

Damn I’m clumsy. I hope that’s good luck for the bride, Marla thought as she rubbed her thigh. The laptop screen woke up and she entered his pin to make sure it was all right. It opened to Instagram and Marla froze. The app was on a profile Marla knew too well, NoShameJames her stalker.

For two years Marla had gotten nasty random texts, chats, tweets, and most recently calls. The messages started with name calling, slut, skank, whore. Then they progressed to rape threats. Marla changed her phone number again and again.

The stalker always somehow found her. She called the police and fled social media. Marla’s world grew smaller and smaller. The memory of the most recent call after her bachelorette party chilled her. A computer altered voice, a childish high pitched voice, promised to cut her heart out.

Marla sank onto their bed. The cyberstalking started a few weeks before they started dating. As the messages grew more vicious Marla became a paler version of herself. Freddie had been so supportive and protective. She only felt safe in his arms.

“Mami what’s wrong. Who do I have to kill?”

Bianca walked in the bedroom and gently pried the laptop from Marla’s hands. She scrolled down. Tossing away the veil Marla rushed to the toilet to vomit.

Empty and shaky the bride to be walked back into the bedroom. She turned her tear streaked face to her sister.

“What am I going to do mi amo? The wedding is in five hours.”

“Remember what our mother God rest her soul taught us.”

Marla rubbed at her face and gave a watery nod.

“This dog hurt you, frightened you just to trick you into needing him. What we are going to do is make him regret the day he was born.”

Bianca patted the foot of the bed. Together heads bent over the screen they began wreaking havoc.