Amoke's resilience and dedication caught a colleague's eye. She was hesitant to begin a new relationship because of her traumas and ordeal, one of her deepest scares was the fear of being abandoned or ghosted by men especially after learning she is a single mother. Due to the disturbance by male colleague, she decided to give him a chance but not after letting him know of her situation. The journey of her love story began and was all smooth, everything she wanted was given to her on a platter of gold. During the journey, she was introduced to his parents and everything clicked. Her friendly and reserved nature made his parents drawn to her, but after her story was revealed, his mother changed towards her. She noticed the change and reported to her boyfriend but he calmed her down by promising to discuss with his mother.
He was a good man to her daughter; their bond was so strong that she came to acknowledge him as her father. Amoke on her own part, made countless efforts to change her boyfriend's mother's perception of her. None worked but she didn't relent on her efforts because of the love she has for him. He also helped in persuading his mother, she eventually accepted which was a moment of joy for Amoke. Unbeknownst to them, only she knew her true plans. They dated for some months until he popped the question, though she had always known she would marry him, the timing caught her off guard. His plans weren't obvious because she thought it was just a normal date.
She had to quit her cleaning job; word had spread and now all her colleagues knew she was in a relationship with the man. The whispers, stares, and silent judgement became too much to bear. He made her a stay home mom with the promise of taking care of her expenses. On a cool evening, she was at home with her toddler when she received a call from him. Since she was asked to dressed up and meet him at a particular location, she had no choice but to drop off her daughter at a neighbor's house. Her dress was a flowery and silky one with a straw hat tilted perfectly over her curls, casting a shadow across her oversized sunglasses.
She got to the destination and sent a text to her boyfriend. Each step she took in her red sexy heels left tiny prints on the path. A small black purse swung casually on her shoulder, stuffed with some accessories and some sweets. She looked effortlessly like everything had been waiting for her all along. She entered a building and went to the rooftop but it was dark, immediately she entered, the lights came on. The room was dimly lit with flowers and baby's breath adorned every corner, casting soft shadows on the walls under the gentle flicker of candlelight. A delicate trail of petals led from the rooftop door to the center of the space, where a circle of white candles glowed steadily against the dusky skyline.
Above, fairy lights crisscrossed like constellations, wrapping around wooden beams and casting a warm, golden hue across the rooftop. A low table stood at the edge, set for two with crystal glasses, wine and her favorite dessert. The city lights twinkled below like a sea of stars, but none as bright as the soft look in his eyes. In the middle of the floral ring, a small white arch stood, draped in soft fabric and more flowers, music played quietly in the background, something slow and meaningful. As she stepped through the petal path, her heart pounding, he dropped to one knee, the city holding its breath around them.
For a moment, time stood still. The breeze teased the hem of her dress, carrying the scent of fresh roses and the sound of the city below. Her hand flew to her mouth as she stared down at him, at the man she loved, kneeling there with a ring that caught the candlelight just right. he didn't rush. His voice warm and steady, cut through the silence. "I have loved you in moments you didn't even notice, in days when words failed us, and in every breath in between. Will you marry me?"
Her eyes shimmered. She blinked once, twice and then a tear rolled down her cheek, not of doubt but of certainty. She laughed softly through her tears, her voice trembling as her hand fluttered to her chest, as though trying to hold her heart together. She dropped to her knees too, holding his face with both hands.
"Yes" she whispered, her voice thick with emotion. "A thousand times yes. I want to do life with you, in the good, the bad, and everything in between". He pulled her into his arms, laughter and tears missing in a perfect symphony of love. The stars above bore witness as two souls made a promise, not just to marry, but to grow, to fight and to love endlessly. After the proposal, emotions are high- joy, tears and laughter. They call family and friends, the bride-to-be stares at her ring in disbelief, replaying the moment in her head. They begin to talk about their future, make promises, and share quiet dreams. After the dinner, they got back home still basking in the euphoria. Her phone buzzed with messages, calls, excitement already spilling in from the outside world. She asks herself "what now" but she knows within herself that reality had set in.
Plans are in motion, preparations are underway for the wedding since the date has been decided. Most of her bridal train are mostly her colleagues, her little bride was her only daughter. She reached out to her sister and husband, they promised to grace the occasion. Few months to the big day, she started exhibiting the signs of pregnancy. At first, she thought it was stress but the nausea lingered. Her appetite changed and when her period didn't come the second month in a row, her heart skipped. She sat on the bathroom floor, pregnancy test in hand, the result staring back at her. Positive. Her hands trembled as a thousand thoughts rushed through her mind. What would he say? Would this change the wedding? Would his family accept it?
But when she finally told him, expecting panic or silence, he simply smiled, pulled her close and whispered soothing words into her ears. Suddenly, all the fears quieted, the big day was no longer just about a wedding, it was the beginning of something even more sacred: a family. The pregnancy was kept as a secret from the rest of the family, the stress of taking care of a toddler and wedding preparations was burdensome but she has no choice. A month before the big day, her child clocked two, the birthday celebration was huge. It was attended by family, friends and acquaintances.
How time flies, the day she had long dreamed of, the day to become a wife for a lifetime had finally arrived.
The sun rose gently, casting a golden hue over the sky as if nature itself was giving its blessing. It was the perfect day, not too hot, not too cold, just enough breeze to carry the sweet scent of flowers in the air. Laughter echoed from the garden, where final touches were being made. The venue was a burst of color, a dreamy fusion of tradition, culture, and elegance. The aisle was lined with petals in hues of rose, marigold, lavender, and baby's breath, creating a rainbow path that led to a floral arch dripping with jasmine and bougainvillea. Canopies of colorful fabrics fluttered above the guests, giving the space a festive yet regal feel. Wooden chairs were adorned with hand-tied ribbons, and lanterns of stained glass danced with light.
Guests arrived in their best, a sea of color, each outfit telling its own story. The music was live, traditional drums blended with soft violins and distant saxophones. Laughter mixed with melodies as cultures merged, and hearts danced. Then she appeared (The Bride) radiant, graceful, wrapped in a custom gown that shimmered with embroidered petals and subtle sparkles. Her veil flowed like a river of dreams behind her, and her smile lit up everything in its path. Her groom stood waiting, eyes wide, heart full, dressed in a perfectly tailored suit with a pocket square to match her bouquet. The ceremony was intimate, emotional. Vows were exchanged under the open sky, with teary eyes and shaky voices filled with love. When the officiant said, "You may now kiss your bride," the crowd erupted in cheers, confetti flew, and a flock of butterflies released by the flower girls soared into the air, the reception was a true celebration. There was food from every corner of their heritage, music that kept people on their feet, and a cake so tall and colorful it looked like a sculpture. Guests danced under fairy lights, sparklers lit the night, and every photo captured joy in its purest form.
It wasn't just a wedding.
It was magic.
It was love.
And it was perfect.
Bride's POV
I woke up to the soft hum of excitement in the air. The sky outside my window was brushed in shades of peach and lilac like even the heavens knew today was different. Today I was becoming a wife. As the makeup artist gently touched my face, I looked at my reflection. It wasn't just the lashes or the glow, it was the look in my eyes: Peace and Joy. A quiet certainty that I was walking into something beautiful, sacred, and lifelong. My gown hung nearby soft, elegant, and perfect. It shimmered like morning dew, with delicate floral embroidery that caught the light as I moved. My veil, sheer and weightless, felt like a whisper against my shoulders and then there were the colors. My bouquet was a joyful chaos of roses, sunflowers, orchids, and eucalyptus, a symbol of everything this day meant: warmth, life, and love. When it was time, the doors opened, and the music shifted. I took a deep breath, and stepped out. Everything stopped. The aisle before me was a painting, petals in every color stretched out like a dream, fluttering in the soft breeze. Guests turned, their outfits a stunning mosaic of cultures and traditions, a celebration of everything that had brought us here but I only saw him. My groom, my love. His eyes locked with mine, and in that moment, it felt like it was just the two of us. All the nerves faded, all the noise dimmed. I was walking towards forever. The ceremony was everything I imagined, tender, real, filled with heartfelt vows and knowing smiles. When we exchanged rings, I felt the gravity of the promise. And when we kissed, the world erupted, cheers, claps, petals in the air, even butterflies fluttering above. A fairy tale, only this time, it was mine. The reception was a blur of joy. We danced under a sky full of stars and string lights. There was jollof rice beside spring rolls, grilled meat beside sweet pastries. Our families danced like they were one. Our friends toasted with tears in their eyes. I remember stepping aside for just a moment, taking it all in. And I thought, this isn't just a wedding.
This is love, woven into color, music, culture, and memory.
This is the day I became a wife for a lifetime.
And it was perfect.
After the last dance and the final hug came the quiet.
The wedding was over.
And just like that, we stepped into the next chapter; Marriage.
There were no crowds now. No decorations. No camera clicks or speeches. Just the two of us, still dressed in bits of wedding glitter, sitting in the silence of our hotel room, smiling like fools. We were exhausted but glowing. The next morning felt different, not because the sun rose any brighter, but because everything felt new. Even the way he poured juice into my glass at breakfast felt sacred. We laughed at how surreal it all felt.
The honeymoon gave us our first taste of real companionship, it was not just romance but rhythm and learning each other's sleep habits, quirks, and morning moods. There were lazy mornings, shared meals, deep conversations, and of course, a few silly arguments over nothing at all but there was peace in knowing.
After the honeymoon came the slow return to normal life. We moved into our home, set up furniture together, burnt a few meals, made the bed together and laughed at how quickly we had fallen into little routines: who locks the doors, who folds the laundry, who forgets where the keys are but marriage wasn't just sweet moments. It was adjustment, learning, forgiving and choosing to love, even when it wasn't convenient or romantic. The wedding was the celebration but this daily decision to grow, to show up, to stay was the real beauty. Life after the wedding was not perfect but it was ours.