Chapter 1 - White Gowns and Broken Promises

-Eve-

I've always been a good girl, chasing decent grades, nurturing friendships, and doting on my boyfriend Stephen. But now, here I am, standing in the corner with all the grace of a polite spectator, watching Stephen marry Stella, my so-called best friend.

I can still remember the exact things that he had said to me just a week ago.

"Baby, I need to go to New York to meet an important client. You know that I am doing all of this for our future right?" He kissed me goodbye with a warm smile.

"Yes, I do." He looked at Stella with a smile, the same smile he had given me a week ago.

How can he easily forget what we shared?

"I can’t believe that I have married a chef! Your food always tastes amazing. You're always working so hard. " He kissed my hands, my hands that I’m always embarrassed about because of their roughness because of all the part-time jobs I had over the years. But Stephen never minded it.

"I will always be loyal to you." Now, he kissed her hand.

I just stood there, watching my boyfriend of five years say those sweet words to my best friend. I could hardly believe my eyes and my ears. Tears streamed down my face as I struggled to come to terms with what was happening in front of me.

“Speak now or forever hold your peace,” I hear the priest say, waking me up from the limbo I was in. 

“No!” A voice I am unfamiliar with shouted as all heads turned towards my direction letting me realize that the voice was indeed mine. 

I watched my boyfriend and bestfriend look at me. We all looked at each other, unable to say anything at first until I heard my broken voice.

“How could you do this to me?” I asked my boyfriend as my eyes blurred. I turned to face my bestfriend, I couldn’t believe that I trusted both of them. 

"You told me that you were going on a business trip and told me not to disturb you, but here you are, getting married to my best friend. What am I to you? What do all the things I've done for you in these years mean?" I choked up.

Don’t they have no shame?

Murmurs filled the whole chapel, but no one seemed bothered. 

“May I know who you are?” The priest asked.

“Don’t mind her father,” my boyfriend said shaking his head, “She’s just someone who’s obsessed with me.”

My mouth dropped open as I heard what my boyfriend, no, my ex-boyfriend just said.

“Let’s continue Father,” my bestfriend urges, “Let’s not waste time listening to this nonsense.”

I felt my chest tighten making it hard for me to breathe. 

“How could you do this to me,” I repeated screaming as I started walking in the middle of the aisle headed for the two of them. I don’t know which one I should take down first but it doesn’t matter because I will bring the two of them with me as I go to hell. 

I was almost in front of them when a bulky guy in a suit blocked my way and two other men with the same clothes and build stood beside me. They didn’t wait for me to do anything else as they dragged me out of the chapel. 

I tried to wriggle free from them but no matter how hard I struggled I just couldn’t break free from their hold. 

The next thing I knew, I was on my ass in front of the door of the chapel that they had closed, securely. 

One of the suited men stayed behind to guard the door making sure that I wouldn’t be coming back in. 

I slowly stood from where I had fallen when I heard someone shout. 

“There she is!” I turned to see where the voice was coming from and saw a group of people in headsets and with clipboards, bags, and makeup kits running towards me. 

“You’re late,” the one with the clipboard said as she pulled my hand while the other girl started dubbing my face with foundation. “What’s your name again?”

“Okay, listen carefully, this is what you need to do,” the one with the clipboard started to say, but was cut off by another girl who was pulling a rack of clothes. 

“Do we still need to change her clothes?” she asked as she looked at me from head to toe, “I think what she’s wearing fits the scene.” 

This time it was the girl with the clipboard who looked at me from head to toe. 

“Yeah,” She replied, “I think it’s fine. It seems she's already in the zone. Very professional.” 

Under their constant scrutiny and actions, I was taken to a room full of mirrors, scattered cosmetics, and clothes.

"Who are you?" I asked irritably. But none of them wanted to answer my question.

"It doesn't matter. Just stay here. They'll be here soon." The girl with the clipboard said and then left in a hurry.

What the hell is going on?