“And for your sister, make sure you touch her with this.”
He paused, his expression turning serious.
“But listen carefully. If you fail to set your eyes on him before 12:00 p.m., whatever you see, you will take.”
“No problem, Baba,” Kate assured confidently.
They left.
Naomi was returning from the market, her steps steady despite the weight of everything she’d been handling alone. Her wedding to Daniel was only a few days away, yet neither her mother nor her sister had offered any help.
As she walked, an old woman approached her.
“Please, my daughter, give me food,” the woman pleaded.
Naomi smiled gently.
“Ah, Mama, I don’t have food,” she said softly. “But I have some fruits.”
She opened her bag and handed some fruits to her.
“Thank you, my daughter,” the old woman said.
Naomi was about to walk away when the woman called her again.
“My daughter,” she said slowly, her voice suddenly serious. “Your sister will come to your wedding. Do not allow her entrance.”
Naomi froze.
“Do not allow her to see or hug your husband,” the woman repeated. “If not, disaster will befall you.”
Naomi opened her mouth to respond, confusion written all over her face. But the woman was gone. She looked around quickly. There was no sign of her.
On the day of the wedding, Daniel came fully prepared. He knew Rachel might try something, so he had arranged for policemen to stand guard.
Guests filled the venue, laughter and music in the air.
A few minutes later, Kate and Rachel arrived, both dressed beautifully, smiles spread across their faces as though nothing had happened. But the policeman stepped forward, blocking their path.
“What is happening here?” Kate demanded, her smile fading. “This is my daughter’s wedding.”
“Yes, Ma,” one of the officers replied calmly. “But we have been ordered not to grant you both entrance.”
“What?” Rachel snapped. “Are you mad? Get out of the way this instant.”
