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The Author's POV.
"Sigurd, Mustapha" prince Stefan called and waved at his friends when he saw them entering the room. He didn't expect them to come late for the Party.
"Why are you guys late for the party?" He asked when they came closer.
"We were trying to find the right trouser for Sigurd's shirt. It took us two hours to arrive at a conclusion" Mustapha explained, pointing at the shirt Sigurd was wearing.
"If I was to get married today, you would have missed my wedding. Learn to make decisions early and be punctual when it comes to activities like this ."
"Thank the gods this is not your wedding Stefan. I want to sit next to your bride in case she changes her mind about you, I will cover the shame for her" Sigurd said with a wink.
"You!" Stefan wanted to punch him but he dare not. Not his mother's party , she will kill him after here. "Come and sit next to me."
