" Mam! You may want to have some clothes on before going in." Said a voice from across the road causing Fidelia to disembark and turned. She was met with the bewildered gaze of a police woman, who stood with a large towel in her hands. Caught between personal urgency and the law, she decided to quickly abide, throwing some subtle shade as she did " Then give me your clothes." Fidelia Said, in a stern tone.
" Who do you think you are mam? A terminator from the past?" " Wrap this old car towel over your old ass and get lost." Said the cop and threw the large towel at Fidelia who was just glad to have something on, even though she muttered against her bubble butt getting called old.
" I object!" She shouted upon storming into the hall filled with guest. The cheers and merriment at the back rank of the hall was brought to an abrupt halt as everyone within that radius was petrified at wittiness of the strange guest who rocked nothing but an old towel. From the dead of the silence, murmurings emanated as guest began to wipe their eyes to wade off their drunkenness till they were convinced that what they were seeing was as real as it got. Slowly, Fedelia began to walk her way to the upper rank of the hall, awakening a Ghostly aura with every single step she gained in her short journey for reunion. In no time, she was face to face with all the shocked dignitaries at the high table as well as the celebrants themselves.
" Mason! don't go ahead to marry her. I'm back." She said and let out a honest smile, causing most guest to enact the crucifix signs in horror. " It's me Fidelia." She said, flashing the most inundating smile yet again as she fought a dire urge to grab him in her embrace.
Twenty four years old Mason, a fine Marine engineer in the prime of his career and the Groom to be couldn't help but look disgusted at the sight of the lady who was wearing nothing but a towel to his wedding ceremony. He quickly signaled to Alcatraz his forty years old midget confidante, to come closer to him.
" I thought we axed out the circus show to save some cost for this damn ceremony;" " Whoever paid for this is really demented in the brain." Said Mason in a deep whisper as he knocked on his own head with the tip of his finger.
" I'm afraid this is no Circus my Lord. She's simply here to have a piece of the showdown. A well-wisher if you I must say." Said the Alcatraz with a mischievous smile on his face. He couldn't get his eyes off the thick thighs of the towel lady.
" Quit staring at those wrinkled thighs you son of a thousand beans farmers." Said Mason delivering his last words with a slap that was as loud as a terrorist grenade due to the silence of the ghostly silence hall. It was quick to throw the hall into state of frenzy , causing Fidelia to turn around in search of what was causing the uprising. The guest were quick to go silent again with their eyes wide open, negating to blink and their legs ready to flee at the slightest of provocation.
" Hey, calm down everyone. I will take care of her." Said the pompous groom to be and swaggered towards his uninvited guest with the majesty of three thousand Mafia bosses put together. "Who are you mam and why are you trying to disrupt my wedding?" He spoke in husky and glassy tenor that had always charmed Fidelia into getting lust for the pompous jerk in her former life. Like some horny dog in the streets of Guantanamo, she found her tongue protruding from her saliva flooded lips as she hungered for the immediate conformity of his kiss. Perhaps she would have managed to restrain herself at that moment if he had had kept his charming mouth shut yet it had been his day and he paid for everything in sight; he wasn't done talking.
" Now don't let me have to send you to the Russian prison on a good day like this. Who are you and what the hell are …." Were the exact amount of words, that she could resist from his charming tenor before her system sued for the promiscuous expression. She leapt at him like a flirtatious cricket in heat, grabbing him clear and cementing the wettest kiss on his lips, till she could feel her tongue in his throat. The effects of the show of shame of shame, had caused the guest to gawk in shock, while others threw up in disgust.
" My husband! Let go off my husband you hag!" Shouted Emery the pretty bride with an annoying Disney princess voice. She was the only human alive in the hall, or perhaps the whole of Zurich to summon the wits of salvaging Mason from the loving grip of Fidelia. She crashed into her from Behind, causing both her and Mason to fall to the floor. It was vital enough to give Mason the opportunity to salvage himself from the pond of spit that was threatening to drown his lungs.
" Mason it's me Your lover. Fidelia. Why are you treating me like this?" She cried out as she got overwhelmed by the shades of severe dejection. Mason scampered away as further away from her as his tired legs could take him, leaving tracks of Saliva as if though he was thrown up by a boa.
" Guards get her!" " I pay you all, yet you all stood there and watched me get shackled to death." He cried out, and crashed to the floor, gasping for air.
" But sir, you had your hands on her shoulder. You loved it." Said Alcatraz with his ever grinning face of mischief.
" love it?"; " I was trying to break free! You ass hole. Get her!" Mason shouted, pointing at a sad Fidelia as he was helped up by Emery. The crowd were rooted to the show as they salivated from being thrilled by the uncertainties and confusion. They didn't care a hell about the damn life of Mason or the stinking saliva of the strange guest. All they cared about was getting the most out of the unfolding Drama that was catapulting their senses to the zeniths of ecstasy.
The ease at which Fidelis Dusted off Alcatraz and the rest of the guard, provoked a subconscious applause from some of the guest who lived for such nights.
" Mason it's me Fidelia. Your loving princess. Why are you treating me like this?" She cried in an emotional tone as tears were quick to roll from her eyes.
" Princess you say. Of beans land perhaps. Take a look at your self at the Mirror. Old hag!" Shouted Emery and pointed at a silver framed Mirror that was glued to the wall. Fidelia knew she was a beautiful teenager. A beauty queen who slayed even in the baking heats of hell. For the benefits of doubts, she turned slowly towards the mirror, to see what her stint at hell had really done to her.
She caught an image of herself and gasped in shock, quickly placing her hands over her wrinkled face. She had the biggest gaze in the whole hall, as she couldn't bring herself to believe what she was seeing. " Oh no." She whispered, slowly taking her wrinkled palms off her face only to be met with the face of tired octogenarian. She placed them back in shock.
" Damn you Jezebel. You got to be kidding me." She whispered and slowly dawned on the mirror, shifting her wrinkled palm an inch away from her temple with every step she took. Soon she was one on one with the mirror and the full cast of her wrinkled face was glaring at her. " It has to be a dream." She cried out and shut her eyes, took a deep breath and flipped it open again only to be met with a Higher definition of her ugliness. Slowly, like someone about to whisper, she opened her mouth and a thunderous scream of agony, found it's way out. It was okay to assume a ballad singer was getting castrated with cheap sedatives. She let out yet another ghostly scream shattering a dozen tumbler in resonance before collapsing to a pup on the floor.
" Sir, Is she dead?" Alcatraz asked as his grin faded away to acknowledge reality.
" why don't you check that out yourself." Said the Mason and signaled his confidante to check on her. With fear of the unknown and as all the guest watched in anticipation, Alcatraz enacted the cross sign over his bosom and while he tiptoed towards the body of the strange woman.