Two

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terday. Shouldn't I go home to change?" Everette says as she picks up her purse. Thank God, she managed to pick up her purse last night even in her drunken state.

"You don't have to worry about that. The shop called me this morning and told us to come over to check it out. After picking the one which best suits you, we will go back home to change up." Isabella says, dragging her out of the room.

"Is mom at home?" Everette asks curiously as her eyes darted around the hotel, checking out people who pass by them.

"No, she's out. At work, I think." Isabella replies to her. Everette checks those people passing by her but they all seem unfamiliar. She can't remember the man who slept with her nor does she know anything about him. His features, what he looks like, who he is? She knows nothing.

She slept with a man who she doesn't know.

Thinking about it now, Everette wonders whether she was drunk or drugged. But who would drug her? Almost all the guests at her bachelorette party are her friends, co-workers and high school friends. She is one kind hearted girl and doesn't treat people less than they are. She is pretty nice to everyone so no one would actually have a bad and evil mindset against her.

She got drunk last night and was feeling so hot that she took off her clothes, lying down naked on the bed. She forgot to lock the door. Why was she feeling hot? Was she really drugged? And why did she have to take off her clothes? It gave an open access to the man to rape her. She partly caused this.

"Everette!" She hears her name being called and raises her head up instantly.

"What's wrong with you? You are zoning out?" Isabella asks again. Everette glances up and realizes they are at the front of the shop already. She was walking absentmindedly so that she didn't take note of her surroundings.

"I was just thinking about some things." Everette says, trying to wave off the matter.

"Tell me if something is wrong? Did something happen at the party last night? You don't look too happy." Isabella persists. She knows her sister is not okay. Her sister has been so cheerful ever since the wedding preparations started. But why is she so dull today?

"Nothing happened last night Isabella." Everette says, laughing nervously. "I'm okay. I was just thinking about something but it's no big deal." She says, trying to convince her.

"Okay then. Anything worrying you, trap it at the back of your mind. Your wedding is in three days, put your all in it, okay?" Isabella scolds her and walks ahead into the shop as Everette follows suit.

"Good morning Miss Isabella." One of the workers greeted her. "Good morning Miss Everett." She bows lightly to Everette.

"Good morning." They both whisper back to her as the workers direct them to the changing room.

"Miss Everette. Get in and try the dresses on." She says and shows her the three sets of dresses.

"Wow, they are… Oh My God." Everette exclaims as she admires the dresses.

"Didn't I tell you sis? You would fall in love with it. They are perfect." Isabella says proudly of her work and decision.

"I'm proud of you dear. I will choose this. The color and design is more outstanding." Everette says pulling out the one she prefers.

"You can proceed into the changing room and try it out." The worker says to her again.

"Thanks dear. I will." Everette picks out the white flowing dress and heads into the changing room. Does she really deserve it? Her guilty conscience keeps tugging at her as she wears the dress and admires herself in the mirror. She looks like the perfect bride but she knows she isn't what she tagged herself to be. If she tells Jim about it, will he still stay by her side? Jim loves her, he loves her so much. They've been together and passed through hurdles. Will he forsake her because of this? The pain between her legs is wearing out since she has been forcing herself to walk naturally so no one will suspect a thing.

Everette starts to think, if she was really drugged then who set her up?