I sat elegantly yet shyly as I was superbly decorated, more than the former. This time diamond bracelets piled my neck and wrist. On my feet was a pair of Italian stiletto and my wedding gown was shapedly made from the Royal Home of England. The tailor-made wedding gown caught my shape so invitingly that my curves and hour-glass shot out at the right edges and corners.
“Wow, this is so much for a wedding gown that would be worn by the mad man’s wife,” one of the maidens gossiped with another by the corner as they gaped at the POS slip for the purchase of the wedding gown.
“How much is it worth?” another asked cheerfully.
“Eight million dollars!” the maiden replied, and cast an inspective gaze at me, probably expecting my reactions.
My eyes almost burnt with tears at the thought of my a
