"Miss Han please don't make a scene, everyone is looking at you already," The person warned her. "Please just go to the side," Then that same person pointed to the corner where some persons were standing. Curious, Feather looked at them and a big look of horror went on her face.
"What joke is this?" Feather's voice went above her usual tone. She dug her eyes to the line of bridesmaid standing at the sidelines and realized her gown was the same as theirs. Not entirely the same but it was obvious hers was made in a way that would look so similar with the rest. "Why are their dresses look the same as mine?"
Feather demanded an explanation. It was fortunate however than the romantic music that was playing was loud enough to cover her shock. Not one of the guests suspected that something odd was happening few meters from the altar except those who were sitting in front which were all composed of the Han's and few of the Monsanto's close friends.
