“You look beautiful. Just so… beautiful,” Ayodele found that he was short of words and he had to swallow to ease the lump in his throat.

Magdalene raised her brow at him. “Beautiful? Just beautiful? She looks amazing! Spectacular! Fanta…..” Her phone rang

“Excuse me, that must be Morgan,” she said as she hurriedly slipped her phone from her waist. “Morgan, what’s up? Oh? That is okay, he is? Cool. We will be there soon,” She disconnected the call and looked back at them. “They are ready for you. The minister has arrived and…your supposed fiance is waiting for you at the altar as we speak, all smiles and confidence...