Femi had been of two minds about attending Tolu’s wedding. He hadn’t been invited, but he knew other people who were going. It was quite a high-profile affair. Even his parents had been invited.
He finally decided to go as a form of closure. To say ‘goodbye’, and let her know that he was happy for her. And if he met some hot, desperate women at the event, it really wouldn’t be a bad thing.
So, here he was at the Reception. The place was packed to overflowing. The champagne was flowing. The music was tight, but he was feeling rather out of place. It seemed everyone had coupled up before the day. He’d even spotted his ex-girlfriend, Angela, and she had been with a man too.
He hadn’t yet gathered the courage to go and greet the happy couple, and extend his sincere wishes. They were now doing their special dance. Tolu really was a beautiful bride. The kind that graced the covers of magazines. Everything about her was just proportionate, except that she had a bit too much height for a lady, he thought.
But her groom matched her. Femi had a strange respect for the man, because he hadn’t even shown any intimidation…