The Deaf Bride Isn't Deaf?

"Miss Hudson, we have prepared a corpse identical to you, just as you requested. It will be delivered to your wedding with Mr. Warhol in ten days."

Hearing the voice on the other end of the line, Violet Hudson felt a small knot of tension unwind inside her.

"Alright. Thank you."

"You're welcome. This is our job. Please rest assured—no one will ever suspect a thing."

With that guarantee, she exhaled, the weight on her chest easing just a little.

After confirming the final details once more, she ended the call and pushed open the door to the private room.