Bride's room, Wedding Venue.
"What do you mean you can't find her?" Anna freaked getting up from her chair.
"We have searched all around but Kyra," Helena sighed swallowing the next words. It had been a few hours now since Kyra vanished from the place and none were sure where she had gone without intimation.
"But you don't worry, sweetheart." Marcella rushed to her daughter's side and made her sit on the chair again.
"You just concentrate on looking pretty, we will find her." Nodding to the hairstylist, she forced out a laugh, "I am quite sure she is trying food in the court, haha."
"How do I even not worry mom! It's Kyra! Kyra Yang, the synonym of troubles!" Anna grumbled sighing out loud.
"I just hope she isn't messing around something today. I will kill her if she ruins my wedding." Grabbing the water bottle, Anna hastily opened it and gulped it down.
