The Eyes Of A Traitor

Moana's POV

“It’s beautiful!”

“Lovely!”

“Ladies, it's perfect!” I said, excitement welling up in my voice.

“Now that we have the dress settled, we need to make arrangements for the hall; will it be full of flowers?”

“Or butterflies?”

“Or snowflakes?”

One would think that it was them getting married or they were wedding planners. A smile played on my face, I did not need any mother or aunty to help plan my wedding; I had my friends.

“What snowflakes? what butterflies?” it was Philemona, another close friend of mine.

“You're late and you're all so bossy,” remarked Hannah as they hugged.

“Well, well, unlike you two I do have an actual job,” replied Philemona.

“But I am sorry I am late; I had to ensure the fabrics were all in order; I see you've found your dress,” she said and her tone did not bear much excitement.

“I think it is perfect, you do not think so, do you?” I asked.

“I think you can do much better. The colour does not go well with your pale white skin,” and now that