The Parasite and The Fool. Part 3.

Fast ward to the 1st of June, 2015. I was engaged to be married, Olanna  dearest came over to discuss my wedding details. I shared with her my colours for the day, pink and grey, I showed her the style of my wedding gown from one of the trending wedding catalogues. We discussed all the things I had in mind to do. My big day was coming up 1st of September and it was going to be a garden wedding. Forgive me, I’m just a hopeless romantic. For two weeks we went window shopping, searching out the best location, discussed with event planners, you name it. I just wanted it to be perfect. Then, I was nominated for a training in Sweden by my office and was going to be away for 3 weeks.
On returning home, my mum handed me Olanna’s wedding invite. “Olanna? Olanna is getting married?”, I didn’t even know she was in a relationship.
“Oh it happened so fast”, Olanna said laughing it away in her usual carefree manner. “We met, fell in love and here we are”.

“I’m so happy for you,” I replied, genuinely pleased, but a little confused. The wedding was the Saturday before mine. “What about preparations?” “What would you have me do?” I asked.

 “Don’t worry I have it all figured out” she said. “Just come with your cute self and be a part of my big day”.

“Not even part of your train?”
“Nothing”, she insisted.
When I walked into the wedding ground that fateful day, there was just something strikingly familiar about everything.
Slowly, I looked around… …the garden setting, her wedding gown, the colours, even the cake! The style, mine! All mine!
Olanna stole my wedding! My fairy tale! 
She stole my life!
All I remembered was the cake falling off the table. The rest they say is history.  I was told I ripped the gown off Olanna and scratched her face till it was blooded. My wedding had been called off…or postponed…I don’t know, but what I do know was that I ruined Olanna’s day. I did.
‐—————‐- ‘…and how is my favourite patient today?’, Dr. Abimbola asked.
‘I’m fine’, I replied.
‘It’s time for your medication ‘.
My bed in Ward 4 was by the window, as I stared at it, I smiled. At least I had the last laugh or so I thought.