II - Wife illegal?

"We will contact Miss Francesca's family as soon as possible. Do you have a phone in your hotel room?" the police officer asked through the police officer's cell phone.

"Yes," I replied, as I watched Lev enter the room with a huge bouquet of flowers, "Where did you get that?" I questioned without speaking.

"I don't know," she lifted her shoulders, gesturing toward the door, "They brought it here."

"Can they contact their families, due to the loss of their belongings I imagine they have no way to communicate."

"That's right, we will do that," I said, as I approached my friend and she opened her eyes, passing me the card that came in the bouquet.

It said my name on it and signed Dangello.

"Well, I'll be letting you know how the investigation progresses, Ms. Dangello. Have a good day," the detective said goodbye and hung up, leaving me stunned.

"What did he say?"

I didn't have time to ask, when he had already hung up.

"What happened, Ami?"

"He... he told me Mrs. Dangello," my friend frowned at the same time I did and noticed that was the last name on the bouquet card.

Not only was it strange that a stranger had sent me letters, but that I had been called by the same last name, like I was his wife or something.

"With your permission I'm going in. These envelopes were sent this morning for Amalia Cusack," the police officer appeared through the door, bringing with him three mustard-colored envelopes that I had no idea what they were, if I hadn't asked for anything, "I'll get my cell phone and leave. I'll be in front of the hotel if you need anything; remember you can't leave here."

"Yes, thank you," Lev escorted him out, while I nervously watched those strange envelopes.

However, I didn't want to absmir more information than we already had to process with the death of such an important person to us, so I decided to call my fiancé first.

I took the opportunity to find out what was inside the envelopes.

At three rings he answered, "Draven."

"Draven, it's me, Amalia."

"Amalia, honey, for God's sake, what happened? Where were you? We've been calling you all night," he said worriedly and I grabbed my hundred, exhausted.

Lev rushed over to me, to grab an envelope and open it; she was just as curious as I was to know, but it was as if a mountain had fallen on me to discover that the three envelopes came with marriage certificates that were probably illegal, since I had signed my name on three different ones and with three different people.

Lev looked at me with a panicked face and I couldn't even react, until I heard the voice of my fiancé, who was waiting for me at home to marry me in three days.

"Are you okay, honey?" asked Draven as he walked out and the brunette nudged me, forcing me to answer him.

"Yes, yes, everything is fine. We're just really tired, can I call you in a little while?"

I looked at the rings between my fingers, where my engagement ring should be; the one given to me by my future husband high in the sky in a hot air balloon, binding our love of over 7 years.

"Yes, okay, but call me as soon as possible. I'm worried about you," I didn't quite understand what he was saying, as my mind was elsewhere.

"Yeah, I'll call you later," I hung up.

"What the fuck is this!" yelled Lev, pointing at the papers.

******

"You need to calm down, don't panic, maybe it's a joke," the chestnut was saying, as she paced around the room, while I watched her cornered on the couch, drinking what looked like wine, from the bottle.

My nerves were on edge with what was happening to us and I couldn't handle it all.

"I can't believe this all happened in one night," she ran her hands through her hair, "Francesca is dead, June and Kari are missing, you have three marriage certificates from three strangers and I slept with four men at once. However, we need to calm down."

"I can't get married, why am I already married..."

"For God's sake, and I didn't take care of myself," she threw herself on the floor as if she had made the worst mistake of her life, "What if I get pregnant?"

"...with three unknown men," I said mechanically, as if I wasn't present myself.

My friend took the bottle from me and drank it herself, after realizing the magnitude of our problems.

I had told my fiancé that everything was fine, but the reality was worse, cruel and merciless.

"This is a dream, a nightmare," I bit my fingers nervously, my heart pounding, knowing I would have a panic attack if I didn't control myself, "Are these real diamonds?"

"Who the hell cares about that, we're in hell!"

She was interrupted by the sound of the door and seconds later the sound of the phone ringing; a call was coming in from a private number, that meant it was the detective.

"Detective."

"Francesca Lepore died from an overdose of hallucinogens and her level of alcoholism was high, which led to deduce two options; either she overdid it with drugs, which is dangerous to drink with alcohol, or she simply sought to commit suicide," he commented, as if it were an everyday story, but I could not believe anything.

"Did she say suicide? That's impossible, she was fine. She didn't have any problems that were that serious, she literally told us her life," I complained, against her taking her own life. Francesca was the most positive and happy of the five; the one with whom you could feel your life coming out of the bottom of the sea just by talking to her.

"We will continue to investigate, at the moment it is only conjecture. In the course of the week we will be giving more information. However, early tomorrow morning you will be escorted by a police officer to the station to ask you a couple of questions regarding last night," he commented and I nodded, but when I realized he couldn't see me, I answered and hung up.

"All in all, this is very weird," Lev announced, after I had fallen silent.

When I saw her, she had around her two other bouquets of flowers the same size as the first one and she was holding the cards that came there.

"Amalia, do you remember anything about these men?" asked Lev, quizzical and I immediately denied.

"I don't remember anything, Lev, my memory is fuzzy. I don't even know how we ended up at a wedding or in an unfamiliar penthouse," I said, as I looked over the letters. All three were different, but came with the same signature.

"It's not an unknown penthouse, Ami, the penthouse is yours. They sent the letter of ownership of the penthouse and there is your signature," she handed me a paper that came in one of the bunches, where clearly were the deeds of that place where we dawned.

My head was immediately activated.

> "I'm just passing through, but I see my wife's party got a little out of hand," replied the man named Maddox and apparently, I was just as surprised as the detective.

"Do you have a wife, sir?" <

"The stranger from this morning, Max or something. He looked at me and I felt strange, like I knew him. He told the detective that his wife's party," I pointed out unconsciously, "had gotten out of hand."

"So, the party was thrown by you last night drunk and the stranger this morning is one of your illegal husbands? And you got a penthouse?"

I opened my eyes stunned, remembering I had keys I didn't know where they had come from, making it all connect.

Connecting like a ticking time bomb.