Habiba's POV:
I sat before my suitcase wondering if this was the actual bag I brought from Lagos, or did it get swapped by mistake?
"No! It can't be."
"I should give them a call." Gladly, Mrs Zara had dropped her contact and the hotel service room number in case of any emergency.
I picked up the hotel's phone, dialed her number, and in a beat we spoke.
"I think my suitcase has been swapped, I just realized."
"Oh, my God! So sorry, don't worry I will inform them, your suitcase will be found, give me a minute."
"Okay, thanks."
My skin had dried up as it's been a few minutes since I came out of bathroom without applying my body lotion.
As I sat on the bed wrapping myself into my bathrobe to prevent cold that had begun to freeze my body, I soon heard a knock on the door.
I checked who it was through the pigeonhole before I open the door letting in Mrs Zara and three other hotel attendants in.
"Sorry for the mistake." Mrs Zara apologizes.
"No problem, I just hope my suitcase will be found."
"It will, we promise." They replied.
"Where is it?" The hotel attendant asked.
"In the room, let's go in."
"Check the room number sticker on the bag." She orders one of the girls.
"It's room 419."
"419?" I muttered in doubt while heading to confirm it myself, I found my room number on it.
"Habiba dear, I think you were mistaken, this is your suitcase, I gave them the room key I'd book myself."
"Then it's mine, I'm sorry for troubling you all, I mistook it for someone else's."
"It's okay, it's happens, we will leave now."
"I'm sorry, thanks." I sighed being slightly embarrassed, I watched them leave.
"But how is this mine? I don't even recall having such clothes in my closet." I uttered lifting the skimpy dresses one after the other in curiosity.
There was a short transparent dress, a long skirt and a sleeveless blouse with a very low neck, in addition to my surprise was a box wrapped in a ribbon.
Once I opened the box, I was sure this was not Emma's doing, someone must have made her do this, because surely Emma knows how much I hate revealing clothes not to talk of a red lingerie.
The red lingerie came with panties that looked like catapult and a perfume package which were absolutely not mine.
"Or did my bag got swapped at the airport?"
But soon I came to agree it was mine when I saw my party dress and heels in the bag.
"But where did Emma get these clothes from?" I sighed pondering on how I would survive being comfortable wearing such revealing bold dresses.
"Let me give her a call."
I dialed her number severally but she was not picking up, and the cold slipping into my skin was getting too much as I felt my lips trembled, I hurriedly dressed into one of the dresses.
It was a short gown just above my knees, and the back was open to my waist with a net giving it a transparent covering.
"What type of dress is this?" I fumed examining myself in the mirror, my legs were fully exposed, and I can't even bend to lift anything from the floor at the rate which the dress hugged my skin.
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