Chapter 895

One of the framed portraits was Melody's wedding photo, just her alone. All the white wedding decorations had been changed to black, and the lively lights now flickered with a creepy, ghostly glow. "What's happening?" Melody's voice trembled. She didn't care about anything else anymore. She got up from the wheelchair, grabbed the window sill with both hands, and shouted, "Who's behind this? I'm Melody Grant! I'm right here! Why has my wedding turned into this nightmare?" But the music from downstairs was so loud that it completely drowned her out. Fuming, she turned and shot a burning glare at the helper. The helper flinched. "M-Ms. Grant… a-are you human or a ghost?" "What do you think?" Melody snapped. She had applied her makeup perfectly earlier, but now, with her face twisted in anger, the helper thought she looked like something out of a nightmare. The helper began to back away, too scared to get any closer. "Get over here!" Melody growled as the helper kept backing away.