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I can't hear the shots, so it has to be a sniper, and depending on their skill, they could be anywhere.
I know I have to get Diana out of here quickly.
I wrap my arms around her and pull her close, then start running towards the vineyard's building where we can find some coverage from the sniper.
I know my car is parked in the lot, but I don't know if there might be more shooters out that door.
At this point, I have to take the risk; all that matters is getting Diana to safety.
The shooter isn't aiming for her but for my family and me.
We've brought this on, and the list of suspects is ten miles long.
I keep scanning the area to see if I can find the shooter, but also to check on the other guests.
Despite what I feel about this wedding or my father, that doesn't mean I want everyone to be killed.
There are people within my family that I care for.
My eyes catch Lorenzo, who has his gun out with his back against the building.
He's trying to find the shooter and throwing random shots out to try and get the shooter to cease fire and take cover.
The trick is Lorenzo doesn't know exactly where he is, so it's more of a hail mary.
I vaguely see my father being escorted out with his bodyguards in a circle around him.
I don't waste too much time on him; I only need him alive so I won't have to take over.
I see ten people lying on the ground shot.
I can't tell if they're dead or not, but for their sake, I hope so.
I know Father Paul is dead, would have died on impact from the bullet.
I hate that he's been collateral damage.
I've known him my whole life.
He's a good man who doesn't judge.
I know that's part of the job as a priest, but he doesn't treat me like a job.
He genuinely cares.
I've lost count of the amount of times we've sat on the front steps of his church and talked, sometimes all night.
He's the one who helped me see that I have to also be happy with my life, even if that means I go against what my father wants.
He encouraged me to pursue my own dreams, and for that, I will be eternally grateful.
"You need to stay close to me and keep your head down. We're gonna get to my car," I say, once we're inside, and I'm relieved to see no one with a gun in the vicinity.
There are workers hiding under tables and behind the bar.
I know they've already called 9-1-1, and it's only a matter of time before the police arrive.
By that time, the shooter will be in the wind, and we'll be long gone.
