Planning a wedding is never a piece of cake, but for Opal Ravenswind, it's turning downright deadly.
Orville finally got his wish. We have a date set in stone for our wedding ceremony.
Unfortunately setting that date just seemed to set things in motion. Bad things.
Now a man is dead, things are blowing up, and, well, the bad omens just keep piling up. As a witch, I have a pretty darn strong belief in omens. They aren't meant to be taken lightly.
Orville is working hard to figure everything out before I give in and just pull the plug on the whole blessed event. The stakes are just too big here.
And it sure feels to me like the universe is trying to tell me I'm not meant to be a bride.