Ria Wilde

And should I find out someone crossed the Saint family, their punishment would be slow. Torturous. I’d make them wish they were never born by the time I was through with them.

Sure, I wish things could be different, but wishes are for children and reality was cruel.

Most would call it paranoia, I call it survival.

“I’m sure we’ll get there eventually.”

“Make sure they fit well,”

“I won’t have my future wife flashing our guests.”

“But you’d let me wear nothing.”

“You’re right, but there would have been no guests to see that, only me.”

“And the priest.”

“That’s right, but then I would have killed him for seeing my wife bare. So not really a problem at all.”