Minutes later!Getting out of the cab half an hour later, I walk in through the gate, and my eyes pop out of their sockets at the sight before me. Oh, dear! These girls went through with this? It is too much!"OUR HEROINE, GIA WILSONS. WE LOVE YOU." Is the statement I can make out of the silver laurel wreath the girls are holding, the words in red shining on it? They are standing on u-curved lines. The compound is filled with balloons of different colors, and there is a very sweet aroma coming from inside the house. How did they know I was arriving? Thanks to them, I am tearing up.At the end of the line, on the left, stands an old couple besides Mayleen and Paul. I don't need anyone to tell me that the lady, who I suppose is in her late fifties, is Mayleen's mother. The resemblance is self-explanatory. The man who appears to be in his late sixties is definitely her father. The young couple, Ajay and Bernie, are on the far left. It's funny how these two are managing their relationship
The well-known Azzua airport! This is where we are after about twenty-five minutes of silent driving. I, or rather, we, finished the plate of food inside this limo. When I made a fuss about going to his house to shower and change, all I got was a very serious and strict "no" from this guy.From experience, I knew better than to insist or start an argument. I kept quiet from then on and decided to see what he was up to, but at least I managed to wipe off the white cake paint from my face. Still, I don't know what this son of Azzua has in his big head. Why he is so quiet is also something I don't understand. Or maybe this is how people behave when they are going on a date? It's my very first date, and I think I have a lot to learn. This may be the first note—the silent mode. It is so freaking annoying, though!We get out of the limo, and I take a minute to breathe in the tranquil and fresh air of this beautiful airport. Wow! He should probably take me for a tour around; if not now, then
"You look just perfect!" He adds.I should laugh at his joke, but I prevent myself from doing so. Perfect, my foot! Maybe he wanted to say it naked, but his tongue slipped. And this smile—is it a real smile or a sarcastic smirk? Why now, after he has been all gloomy and mute since he picked me up?"Really? This is the definition of perfection, according to you." I snapped, looking into his eyes."It is a perfect change." He takes my hands in his, kissing them on their backs. He is serious about being okay with me this way. He adds, standing two inches or three taller above me than usual because I am mostly in heels, apart from today. Thanks to his crazy idea of changing me today, because now I feel like a dwarf in front of him. "I wanted to see you differently today. Without your signature floral wear. Shall we?" His face brims with a small, genuine smile.Alright. But honestly, couldn’t he have found something more decent than this shitty dress? "Where are we going?" I ask, hesitatin
We land at a very small, unfamiliar airport. However, this place isn't unfamiliar after all. I take in a good amount of fresh air. The coast is always cool, icy, and baking hot. I would be shivering right now if I were back in Nairobi or somewhere else in this country, but that is not the case here. I'm not saying that I am sweating at this wee hour of what feels like a fearful night, but the cold is manageable. If I were used to this kind of short, sexy attire, I probably would not be feeling any cold.Alighting from the flight, my knight in shining armor holds my hand tight, locking our fingers together like a couple that just concluded, saying, "I do.". He leads me to a white Lamborghini in waiting, and holds the door for me to get in, and matches to the other side after making sure I am comfortably settled in. He hops in, sitting so close to me as if he is afraid I might disappear in the thin air, and the engine starts. Where to go? I have no idea. Maybe to a restaurant? They have
As our hands and tongues dance in matching paces to the rhythm of our uncontrollably burning desires, our bodies resting tightly against each other like they want to be two in one, I realize that I can't deny it anymore. I cannot deny what I feel—what we feel. There is a strong connection between us. I know there is, and it's not one-sided. I can feel it. He feels that too. It is there. It is so strongly dominant. It can't be assumed, avoided, or denied. But what is it? Lust? Obsession? Or love?The shortness of breath due to that savage kissing makes us long for a break, and we pull away, panting heavily. We take in the fresh air mixed with the scent of our cologne until we are stable. I rest my forehead on his, my eyes boring into his. I wish I could know what he really wants from me. I would be willing to give him anything."Is this our supposed dinner?" I force the words out, tracing his jaw with one hand while the other one keeps track of his loud and fast heartbeats."Would you
The huge room is filled with candlelight and some music. I take a few steps in utter amazement and a combo of glee and shock as I scan the beautiful room. At the far end, near the window, sits a table for two, with four lit candles at each corner of the table. There is a big tray at the center of it, a beautiful bouquet of flowers, a bottle of champagne, and two glasses. When did he even plan all these? The door slams shut, and I turn to look at him, but my eyes fall on the red-themed king-size bed. We are spending the night here. It's going to be a total heart-stirring night colored with the colors of sacred sweet sins."For the most beautiful girl in the world, my special person." Girl, huh? That makes me feel like a thirteen-year-old. Sweet thirteen, maybe? I can't hide the blush. I turn towards the table where his charming voice is echoing. My knight, in shining armor, is handing me the flowers. I walk to him, gladly receiving the bouquet with a smile of appreciation. I hold them
I rub my eyes with the back of my palms, wiping off the eyelids with my fingers. I peel them open, blinking a couple of times to adjust my eyesight to the brightness of the early morning. It's brightly beautiful. The empty glasses of Champaign still lay where we left them, my bouquet of roses smiling at me, and I smiled back at them. I am tightly wrapped in Deep's strong and loving arms, my back on his gorgeous front. His hold on me is so tight like he wants us to be like this forever. Like he will never let go. I shift a little in an attempt to turn and face him, but his arms tighten further, pulling me closer and pressing us together. I would love to see his handsome face right now, but I guess I will have to wait. Peacefully, I continue my rest in his safe arms—the safest place to be. In his arms, I know I am safely protected. Safely save and secure.I look at the blooming flowers again. They are brightening and beautifying the room more, giving it a magical feeling. He is actually
We finally get out of the shower.We dress up and head outside, not forgetting my beautiful flowers. I am carrying it with so much care, and I will take care of it this much. We enter a very cool VIP area in the restaurant downstairs, where our breakfast awaits us on the table. Deep ordered for it to be served before we left the room. We quietly eat our breakfast and head out a few minutes after we are done.We get to the same Lamborghini that brought us here yesterday, and we start our journey back. I loved his romantic dinner date. I love everything about this short adventure. Will there be another time? I lay my head on his shoulder, and he sneaks his arm around my waist, resting his back on the chair. His scent is still fresh, and I love the smell of it.A few minutes later, we arrive at a very familiar place. It's not the airport where we landed last night, nor is it the Mombasa airport, which I am familiar with. It is the magical place where all this magic started. It was the sw
As the plane descended over Nairobi, the city's familiar skyline welcomed Deep and Gia back home after their three-month absence. The sun bathed the landscape in a golden glow, casting a warm embrace over the land they had missed dearly. Exiting the airport, they were greeted by the bustling energy and vibrant colors that characterized the city. Deep couldn't help but notice the changes in the skyline—the new buildings that had sprung up during their time away. "It feels good to be back," he remarked, a sense of belonging settling in as they made their way through the familiar streets. Driving through the city, memories flooded back—places they had visited, experiences they had shared. "It's like we never left," Gia exclaimed, her eyes taking in the sights of Nairobi's lively streets. "Kenya always feels like home," Deep replied, a smile tugging at his lips. Arriving at their house, they were greeted by familiar faces—neighbors excitedly waving and welcoming them back. The warmth of
After exchanging vows and being pronounced husband and wife, Deep and Gia set off on a remarkable journey—a honeymoon pulsating with the allure of Boston City. The city's rich history and vibrant culture drew them in, promising a blend of enchanting escapades and romantic exploration. As they stepped into their hotel room, overlooking the bustling streets, Gia's eyes twinkled with excitement. "Deep, can you believe we're finally here? It's going to be incredible," she said, beaming with enthusiasm. Deep chuckled, his arm wrapping around her waist. "Absolutely, love. Ready to uncover the charm of this city together?"Their first day in Boston was filled with wanderlust as they traversed the cobblestone streets, absorbing the city's historic vibes. They visited the renowned Freedom Trail hand in hand, immersing themselves in the tales of the American Revolution. "This place holds so much history," Gia remarked, captivated by the stories echoing through time. Deep nodded, feeling the wei
"Gia, from the moment I met you, my life took on a new meaning. Today, as I stand here in front of our loved ones, I promise to love, cherish, and support you through every joy and challenge that life may bring.I promise to be your partner, your confidant, and your best friend. I vow to always listen with an open heart and to comfort you in times of need. Your dreams will be my dreams, and I will do everything in my power to see them come true.I promise to laugh with you in moments of happiness and hold you close in times of sorrow. I vow to respect and honor you and to stand by your side as we navigate the twists and turns of life together.I pledge to build a life filled with adventure, understanding, and unwavering love. I promise to create a home filled with warmth, where our love will continue to grow deeper with each passing day.Gia, you are my rock, my guiding light, and my greatest love. With all that I am and all that I have, I give you my heart and my soul for all eternit
As Gia stood at the threshold, ready to walk down the aisle toward her beloved Deep, a whirlwind of emotions surged within her. Her heart fluttered with anticipation, and her eyes shimmered with unshed tears of joy.With every step she took, the soft melody of the music echoed through the venue, setting the tone for the momentous occasion. As she moved forward, the aisle seemed both endless and fleeting, each step carrying a weight of significance and a sense of elation.Surrounded by the love and support of family and friends, Gia felt overwhelmed by the outpouring of emotions. The sight of familiar faces, the soft murmurs of admiration, and the loving gazes directed her way intensified the feelings swirling within her.Her eyes met Deep's as she approached the altar, and the sheer depth of love reflected in his eyes washed over her, calming the storm of emotions within. In that fleeting glance, a silent promise passed between them, a promise of a lifetime filled with love, support,
Gia stood in awe of her reflection, feeling a surge of emotions coursing through her as she beheld herself in the exquisite gown. The gown's intricate lace detailing hugged her figure delicately, enhancing her natural elegance. Layers of soft silk cascaded gently around her, creating an ethereal aura that seemed to float around her with every movement.Her dark hair, adorned with fresh flowers intertwined delicately within the curls, exuded an air of natural sophistication. The delicate veil, adorned with handcrafted lace that matched the gown's details, fell gracefully, framing her silhouette with an air of timeless beauty.Grace entered the room, her eyes wide with admiration as she witnessed her sister's transformation into a radiant bride. "Gia, you look absolutely breathtaking!" she exclaimed, her voice filled with genuine admiration.Gia turned to her sister with a smile, her eyes shimmering with a mix of excitement and nervousness. "Thank you, Grace," she replied, feeling a sur
Gia, adorned in her wedding planner hat, gracefully approached the cake matrons and caterers in the bustling wedding venue. With a calm yet assertive demeanor, she aimed to ensure that everything was in place for the grand event."Hello everyone," Gia greeted them warmly, her tone carrying a sense of urgency. "We've got just a few hours left before the ceremony, and we need to ensure everything's set."The cake matrons and caterers looked up, acknowledging her with attentive nods. Gia's earnestness was evident, and they knew the importance of meeting her expectations."We need the cakes to be arranged and the desserts set up in their designated stations by the agreed-upon time," Gia continued, emphasizing the criticality of their roles in the wedding's success. "The guests will soon arrive, and I want everything to be picture-perfect."Gia observed the cake matrons meticulously arranging the tiers of the wedding cake, ensuring each detail aligned perfectly with her vision. Approaching
Deep and Gia sat comfortably on the plush couch, a sense of anticipation lingering between them. The soft glow of the living room lamps illuminated the cozy space, creating an ambiance conducive to their wedding preparations. Wedding magazines and planners adorned the coffee table, their pages marked with colorful tabs and notes—a testament to their joint effort in planning the perfect wedding."Where should we begin?" Gia asked, flipping through a magazine filled with venue options. Her eyes sparkled with excitement, reflecting the dreams she had for their special day.Deep leaned in closer, studying the magazine. "How about a location that resonates with both of us? Somewhere that holds meaning for our journey together," he suggested, his tone reflective of a desire to create a meaningful experience.They deliberated over venues, themes, and guest lists, each detail adding to the tapestry of their shared vision. "I'd love to incorporate elements from both our cultures," Gia said, tr
Gia had always carried music within her soul, a harmonious symphony entwined with her essence. Yet, for too long, the melodies had remained dormant, overshadowed by the trials of life. But now, a spark had reignited her passion.With each lyric she penned and every note she strummed, Gia felt the familiar rush of emotions flooding back—a cathartic release through music. Her return to the music scene wasn't just a comeback; it was a resurrection of her deepest passion.In the intimate setting of a studio, surrounded by a cocoon of creativity, Gia poured her heart and soul into crafting songs that mirrored her journey—songs that resonated with raw emotion and authenticity. Her fingers danced across the strings, weaving melodies that echoed the ebbs and flows of her life.The studio walls absorbed her voice, carrying the weight of her experiences, as she sang with unbridled intensity. Each word she sang seemed to carve its place in the hearts of those who listened, evoking emotions that
In the quaint setting of their family estate, Paul and Sheryl's wedding preparations were in full swing. The air was tinged with excitement and joy as family and friends came together to create a magical celebration."Sheryl, darling, you look breathtaking!" exclaimed Mrs. Marlow, Sheryl's mother, as she adjusted the veil with delicate care. Sheryl beamed at her reflection in the mirror, the excitement radiating from her eyes."Thank you, Mom. I can't believe the day is finally here," Sheryl replied, her voice filled with joyful anticipation.Meanwhile, Paul stood with his groomsmen, ensuring every detail was perfect. "I hope the flowers are set," he remarked, glancing at Martin, who nodded in assurance."Everything's in place, Paul. Don't worry," Martin assured him, patting his shoulder with a reassuring smile.As the ceremony drew closer, the atmosphere buzzed with lively chatter. Grace and Gia, assisting with the last-minute arrangements, shared a moment of reflection."This is bea