The wedding

Mrs Ray walks out of the room and the door bell rings.

She opened the door and makeup artists, two in number, made their way into the house, followed by two bodyguards. They were both wearing black suits with a sunshade.

"Welcome, have your seat. " she asked the makeup artist to sit.

They sat and started looking around when Mrs Ray stood in front of the bodyguards.

"How are things going in the hall?" she asked them.

"Everything is going smoothly the groom just arrived there." one of them said.

"Good now, I need you to help me deal with the bride so she has no choice but to go to the wedding." She said coldly.

"Will do, madam, that’s our job." One of them beamed.

        Rachael’s POV

I finish bathing and walk out of my room, I don’t know why I feel uneasy, I open the wardrobe to put on my clothes when two strange women walk into my room carrying a wedding dress. What is going on?

"Miss, this is the dress, put it on." One of them said and the other one was arranging my makeup kit on my bed.

"Who are you and why are you asking me to wear a wedding dress?" I inquired. I glare at them.

"It’s your wedding, silly." The make up artist said.

"Which wedding? You must be mistaken." I was trying to walk out of the house when two muscular men blocked me at the entrance of the room. I looked at them and gulped. What is going on? I am so lost.

I tried to walk out of the room, but they wouldn’t let me.

"Who are you? Get out of my way." I said, trying to walk out of the room. I was still wearing my bath robe.

"You can’t go out until you finish wearing your wedding dress." One of them stated is this some kind of joke.

I wanted to talk when I spotted my stepmom. She walked to me, and they paved the way for her."

"Rachael, be a good girl, and go and put on your wedding dress." She said coldly. I held her hand, immediately starring into her eyes.

"What do you mean by wedding dress? Whom am I getting married to?" I ask bluntly.

"You will know when you get dressed." She said.

"I am not getting dressed." I said, showing her my back.

"You don’t want to keep Steve waiting, do you?" she said. Hearing this, my heart started beating wildly, struggling to come out of my chest. I walked to the mirror and looked at myself. I am getting married to Steve. This feels too good to be true. I thought putting my hand in my face.

"Give her the wedding dress will you." My step mum said to one of the make-up in a harsh tone.

She handed me the wedding dress. It was big and beautiful, it was a long sleeve and has a small opening in the breast region I held the dress close to my chest and look at it in the mirror.