It was past ten, Lee Somi arrived at Secret Hall with her dad and stepmother. Jisoo had went ahead to ensure everything was in order. The musicals band set her fiancee had paid to perform called to inform her he was cancelling.

She was so annoyed, she almost cursed him. How could he do this to them?

They had planned to dance with her bridesmaids and his groomsmen. Two weeks spent with a dance instructor just to make her day memorable and that unprofessional idiot cancelled with no good excuse. Wait till her honeymoon was over, she will finish him on twitter. Stupid fool!

She hissed “What happened?” her stepmother asked nudging her “Nothing” she muttered. Her phone beeped, she checked it. It was Jaewoon. Her smiled broadened. She read his message. The smile wiped from her face within second. He and his family were delayed, he apologized promising to be there by one. What would she do with their guests?

That was almost like three hours. Her eyes burned with tears she would never allow to flow. Her make up was lit and she wouldn’t ruin it. Why was this happening today? She silently prayed for her husband to be and his family. Today has to be the best. She had waited all her life.

She peeped into the hall she poured her heart and soul, working with the decorator, ensuring her dreams were achieved. It was the celebration of their love and commitment to each other. She was satisfied with the decoration; it was the same color as her dress. Cream and pink color. The caterers had done a good job, wearing a matching outfit of cream and black. The food were on a standby.

Ji had taken charge after she forwarded Jaewoon text message to her. She had instructed the comedian to start the program while the impromptu DJ they got was playing Beautiful Nubia’s song. When the idiot got to “Ikoko Akufo (Lamentation of a broken pot) track, he didn’t skip it. A tribute song on her wedding, was he sick?. She was about to match into the hall when her friends ushered her into the room they rented, the bride was always the last person to make appearance at the wedding. She told them the atrocity the DJ committed, one of them went out to handle it.

The guests or better still her guest arrived in their pink aso ebi, with some of the mint color gele almost touching the ceiling. None of her fiancee’s family had arrived. There seats were empty. At first the guests were contented with staring at the decorations and the large hall that could house 500 guests. The caterers displayed the foods, and most of the guests were happy.

Who wouldn’t be? A party that promises all the delicious delicacies in this recession. Some of them were mentally ordering salad and chicken, ofada rice with roasted catfish, jollof rice and fried meats, porriage, steak, e.t.c. If only they knew! The comedian had been cracking jokes for almost two hours. His throat was sore and his saliva had almost dried up. He looked at the DJ giving him a signal to blast the music while he went to search for water. The DJ increased the volume and it turned out to be another tribute, this time for late Dagrin. The guests were shocked beyond words. Just like they wear hungry and regretting attending the party.

People started gossiping about the groom and his family. Were they involved in accident? What was the reason for the delay. Some well-meaning friends suggested to the bride’s father to call the groom parents. They did. It rang and rang. No one picked.

Some of the hungry guests were cursing and went out to get some snacks. Unfortunately for them, it was a town were bikes hardly work. They had to trekked for an hour before they could reach the nearest shop. The curses were just too many! They would have left for their various homes but with their personal effects still at the hall, they had to trek back again. They even tried to get a cab but it turned out to be impossible. The towns folk warned them they could only get a tricycle and it mostly work in the evening. With a heart breaking sigh, they started an hour journey. It was quite sad!

Back in the hall, the Mc representing the bride’s family suggested they prayed. She was in the middle of the prayer for over thirty minutes when the woman standing in as the Mc for the groom’s family( she was the only one who attended) forcefully snatched the microphone from her calling her unprofessional. With two resounding slap from her, a fight broke, the few guests present watched in horror.

Lee Somi knew the devil was at her party. She forcefully removed her head tie. Someone was using her picture for evil magic. It was obvious. Her husband to be was absent. All the guests were almost gone. All the tears she was holding fell in quick succession. Jisoo and her other friends were consoling her. While her father kept screaming at her for explanation.

She took her phone to check the news. Maybe his plane crashed. She switched on her data, WhatsApp messages, Facebook and Instagram Notifications bombarded her phone. She saw her fiancé’s picture messages on WhatsApp She downloaded, her breathe ceasing with each picture she viewed. Before she knew it, she passed out cold on the floor.

“Where am I?”

Lee Somi said, the fog of sleep she was wrapped in evaporated quickly as she opened her eyes to the luxury surrounding her. She looked around her, from the dark blue velvet curtain to the rug floor that adorned and complimented the room spoke of calm wealth. She felt light headed as she drew the soft sheet away from her. The room look unfamiliar yet she could relate to the bits and pieces that made up the room

. For example, the cream colored wall was the exact color of her room back in school. Although, the one she was staring at looked richer. The soft large blue sofa stationed closed to the plasma TV, was just like hers. She could remember herself reading novel and watching movie at the same time. Those are the two things she love doing. She named it a brilliant move.

She looked into the mirror and could almost not recognised herself. Where was her Brazilian hair? She remembered it was only last week she fixed it for a course mate’s birthday party.

Now, her very short hair was in sight with a pale face to match.

What’s wrong with me?. She whispered Was I sick? Where is Jisoo?

The questions kept flooding her head with no meaningful answer. Something was definitely wrong. With her hair gone and dressed in someone else gown. She needed to find an explanation. She rushed to the door and knocked. She smiled at her silliness. The key has been left inserted into the keyhole. She opened the door wide, peering at the passage way. There was no one in sight, so she stepped out shutting the door quietly behind her. The passage way was elegantly decorated. And too silent.

Where was eve