Audia hears the lift door open. And she felt a pat on the shoulder—Erika. Slowly she opened her eyes. Her body suddenly felt weak and stiff, so that Erika, who was five months pregnant, had to guide Audia to step out of the elevator.
Outside the lift, several strangers were waiting, who Audia guessed was a make-up artist. Oh, no! There are at least three to five makeup people.
What are they there for? Inner Audia.
Immediately, Audia's limp and stiff body was taken over by one of the make-up artists, who immediately took her to a room.
Oh Lord. What will they do to Audia? Are they going to dress Audia before jumping from the highest floor of the Rectorate Building? What is the point? Audia again wondered in her heart.
Audia was invited to sit down by the make-up artist who led her to the meeting room, which seemed to have been temporarily changed into a dressing room.
From the corner of her eye Audia could see a long white dress, which Audia guessed was a wedding dress.
