Trish chewed on her lip for a moment, unsure whether or not she should go with him...Mitchell. Then again, what was the worst that could happen? She had already been used, and murdered, for all she knew all her friends and family had been as well.
For a brief moment the vision of her father's death flashed before her eyes and her stomach heaved. She took a deep breath and tried to suppress it, but she didn't think it would ever go away. Things like that you didn't forget.
"Okay," Trish nodded and tried to smile back, as she accepted Mitchell's hand. "Thank you."
Her legs felt wobbly as she stood up, but the thought of getting out of her wedding dress made her steady faster than she would have otherwise.