Chapter Two

"What took you long to open the door for me." Isabella says walking into the room. Everette closes the door behind her and stands at the doorway, looking at her as she makes her way in. Hope she is not suspicious? She has been careful to clear the room and any evidence pointing to what happened last night.

Everette's eyes darted around the room to be sure there's nothing that can catch Isabella's attention here.

"Bride to be." Isabella winks at her and sits on the bed. Everette walks towards her trying to hide her leaping legs.

"You don't look okay. What's wrong?" She asks, looking worried. Her heart misses a beat as she sits beside her, trying to pull out a genuine smile. "Are you having a hangover?" Isabella says again, smiling sheepishly.

"Yeah, I drank too much last night." Everette replied, chuckling. She hit her on the shoulder playfully and grins widely.

"You are excited." She says laughing. "You will become Jim's wife in four days to come and I will be left alone in this singlehood. I will miss you sis." Isabella says sulking on the fact that her sister will leave her alone. She wonders how lonely she will be after. Everette pulls her closer and hugs her tightly.

"It's okay. I will come visit." She tells her as she holds her tightly.

"I will come visit too." Isabella says back to her and they disentangle from the hug.

"And the Bedsheet? Did you wash it out?" Isabella asks confused as she glances at the bed back to the balcony where the sheet is spread.

"Mm… yeah, the Bedsheet was kind of dirty and I wanted to do something, you know." Everette stutters, grinning lightly.

"Dirty? Don't they know how to do their job? You should have made a complaint." Isabella voices out instantly. Why would they lay a dirty sheet for a customer who even held a party in their hotel.

"Isabella!" Everette knows she is someone with a hot temper. She can make a big deal about this and she just wants this to slide. "It's not a big deal. Why are you here?" Everette asks immediately, trying to avert her attention away from the sheet issue.

Isabella smiles widely and holds her hand. "The wedding gown is ready." She says to her, happily.

"Really!" Everette exclaims. "How many of them are on the ground?" She asks her.

"Well, it's three. Just come over to the shop and try it out. Pick the one you want. Let's go!" Isabella says excitedly, pulling her up. Her sister has always been the fashionista, the one to be excited for any event coming up and the perfect person for an event planner or bride's maid.

"My dress! It's from yesterday. 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?