Chapter 7
Suddenly there felt a heavy commotion outside. Celeste came back into her room after the shower to wear her bridal dress. But neither the hairdresser nor the make-up artist were present in the room.
Something wasn’t right. She looked outside the window if they were out to give her privacy in order to wear the dress. But they were not available anywhere. A weird sense of unrest occupied her stance. “Sicilia?” She called for the beautician in a waverly tone filled with fear after she put on her clothes. There was no response. Before she could realize a rough hand clamped her mouth from behind obstructing her voice to reach the people.
“What are you doing? Who are you? Release me.” She shouted through her closed mouth.
Slowly she could see four men wearing uniform black coats a
