Prologue

Vicky was so happy, her face gleamed with joy. She blushed uncontrollably, it was finally her wedding day. She couldn't believe it. She had gone back to memory lane when she usually fantasized about her marital life thinking of when prince charming was coming to sweep her off her feet. How time flies, it was just three years ago when she and Mike had met and she knew he was the right man for her. She felt so hysterical, but her face was a little down though. "Why the face?, Today is your happy day princess" Mrs. Ann her mother said. "You should lighten up and smile broadly, you wouldn't want to look ugly today of all days when you have always looked pretty all your life" Judith, her best friend said. "Don't mind her, she's just being overly emotional, it's her joyous moment " Ruth another friend of Vicky added and they all laughed. "That's the face I want girl, so why the sad face?" Judith said after Vicky smiled. "You guys don't get it, I'm bidding my spinster life goodbye" she said to defend herself. "Oh! So that's why you are looking sad. That's how one feels, it's normal but you have to let go of the past and forge ahead to what the future holds in store for you, princess!" Mrs. Ann said to ease her nerves. She could sense her daughter's anxiety. "Now smile bride-to-be" said Ruth. Her face lit up a bit. "Now that's the spirit" Judith commended and they all laughed. "where's Jessy?" Vicky asked all of a sudden because she was absent. "She's probably around down the hall seeing to the event plans" Ruth said. Just then, Jessica, Vicky's younger sister walked in from the door into the dressing room graciously, putting on her beautiful, sleeveless Velvet ball gown, girdled with a fit-in waist belt and a satin bow to match her neon heels she wore which made her taller than she originally was. In total she was looking gorgeous and moderately perfumed as always. "Talking of the devil, here comes Jessy" Judith replied after taking a good look at the beautiful lady who walked in just when she was needed. "Hi everyone, wow! sis, you're looking really superb. Love that gown, it's beautiful and classy. I envy you" Jessica said chuckling. "Oh la la ...Such a 'chef d'oeuvre' " Jessica added In one of her french phrases she loves interspersing in her grammar. Jessica looked on at the faces staring at her, they probably didn't understand her. "Oh! I meant it's a master piece, her dress is of great skill" she explained her foreign phrase to the listeners and they all laughed.