128.

Dalia’s POV.

“Are you okay?” The makeup artist asked after putting something heavy on my eyelids.

I blinked hard to test it. “It’s kind of heavy. Remove it..”

She immediately complied. The phone beside me beeped and vibrated. “Can you give me that?” I asked the woman and she handed the phone to me. I scrolled down my notification message. It was something from Instagram.

Emily has managed to download this crazy app on my phone even when I told her not to. I clicked on the swirling pink app. Out of curiosity, I clicked to watch reels. Every video was from that night.

Emily narrowed it down to me.. huh? I frowned at the comments. It was the usual.

“She isn’t worth it Eros! I love you! @bestfan

“Where did she come from, a wise gold digger...@wisdomwhore”

“I am sure that baby isn’t Eros’”

“I am pregnant for you, Eros!”

The comments were endless.

“I don’t think you should be looking at that on your wedding day,” The woman kindly beamed at me.