Louis' home is so beautiful. It's a homely space for anyone looking to start a family. The infinity pool and the view are mind-blowing. I like that the infinity pool has a massive glass barricade. Mother sings the praises of the house and everyone involved in making it look super flawless, according to her. One of the things I'm eager to see is the primary suite."Welcome to my home," Louis says, hugging me.If anything, Louis keeps looking less than fifty-three every time I see him. I take a minute to admire the beautiful pictures hanging at different corners of the parlour."Thank you very much. I need your recipe for ageing backwards." I say, smiling.He chuckles and places a hand on his chest."As much as I would love to take all the credit, it's a gene thing, and there's the gym too."“The gym.” I say, eyeing him.“Yeah, where I met your mother," he says, laughing.“These tiles are beautiful. Your home is beautiful.”“Thank you very much.”“Italian?”“Yes.”"I see. It smells so g
I'm looking forward to marrying Patricia in a few hours, and I'm really excited. When Charles Buckman brought my suit, I was pleasantly surprised to find that it was even more lovely than I had imagined. Putting it on tomorrow excites me. I was so impressed with his work. I’m anticipating seeing Patricia’s wedding dress too and how stunning she looks in it."Come on, man, you don’t want to be late for your bachelor’s party.”“Hopefully, everything goes as planned."“I already promised; it’s going to be grandpa fun, not adult fun,” Jamal says, laughing, and I roll my eyes at him. I definitely don’t act like a grandpa."Let's get going, grandpa; the guys are waiting.”“Call me grandpa one more time, and I’m going to throw you out of the car while driving.""You would need the strength of the Hulk to do that. Take a look at this body. I haven't been gyming for no reason.”“Try Me.”“Ok, I'll be on my best behaviour starting now. Although I can't promise.”"You had better be,” I say, open
Louis came over, and we all had a lovely dinner yesterday. Everyone happily approved of him and mother. I mean, who wouldn't? He's such a sweet, gentle man. He took a few pictures of us and told us he would send them when he was done editing them.Jordan is out with his guys for his bachelor party. I trust him, but Jamal, on the other hand, is a no-no. He assured me that there would be no such things as strippers and getting drunk. I’m not about to go down the aisle with a man who has a loss of coordination, poor judgement, and a banging headache.Jordan begged that I take Brittney to check out the house he bought in my name for my wedding present. He said she's been sitting at home for way too long, and he wants her to spend the day outside today, which is a bit strange because she has been coming to rehearsals, and just the other day she joined me for my fitting, but if he wants her outside more often, then his wish is my command, as long as she agrees to it.He and Brittney seem ve
A beautiful glow fills the room as the room's white drapes let in the soft light of morning. I feel a surge of apprehensive anticipation mixed with joy as I wake up on the morning of my wedding. Today is the day Jordan and I begin our adventure together as married couples—a day I have been dreaming about since Jordan proposed to me. I stretch and take a deep breath, savouring the mix of emotions that flutter within me. The scent of fresh red roses Jordan delivered the night before lingers in the air, creating an atmosphere of romance and celebration.I glance at the clock, realising that all the people that are going to help me get ready for today will soon be on their way. A smile plays on my lips as I think about the moments awaiting me today.My bridesmaids, my closest confidantes, are all staying with me, all of them in different rooms adjacent to mine, adding an extra layer of joy to the morning as everyone is a bundle of excitement. As I make my way to the mirror, I can't help
Ray and I are the happiest people on earth as we speak. Watching Louis walk Patricia down the aisle was a subtle reminder of how lucky I am. If a magical mirror were placed in the room, my sister would be the fairest of all. I couldn't have asked for a better bride. Brains, beauty—you name it. Patricia Pearl is now Patricia Baker.It was quite a sight seeing Mrs. Charity today, all glammed up and looking a lot different from her usual extra-simple makeup to events as always. My parents were super emotional earlier today at the church, and my princess Ray executed her flower girl’s duty excellently well. It's safe to say Patricia is the ray of sunshine Rachel and I have always needed in our lives.I have a list that I created last month for our honeymoon. It contains so many fun and romantic activities. I chose Italy because, for starters, it is a land for romance, and then secondly, Pat gets to attend the Milan fashion week, and I get to see beautiful timeless architectural structures
Amidst the clouds and the soft hum of the aeroplane engines, Jordan and I settle into our seats, eager to embark on the journey of a lifetime and to create a cosy movie marathon in the sky.The cabin becomes a private cinema as we both immerse ourselves in the movie we’re watching. As the flight progresses, we move seamlessly from one movie to the next, losing track of time in the happenings unfolding on the screen.As the final credits roll, signalling our imminent arrival at our destination, Jordan and I exchange smiles as the pilot announces that we have arrived at our destination.Milan, the city of fashion and romance, awaits. It's one city I’ve longed to explore after Paris, and to be here right now for my honeymoon is super thrilling."Well, someone is excited,” Jordan comments, seeing my expression.“I am. I can’t wait to explore the city, but first I need a good nap.""And a good nap you’ll get at the resort,"Jordan's hands intertwine with mine as we step out of the jet and
Under the January sky, the terrace's stunning view of Milan is evident. The expansive cityscape is dotted with the colourful vitality and antique buildings that characterise this Italian city.As I settle down on one of the wooden chairs on the terrace, flashbacks from yesterday resurface. I look at the glittering ring Jordan slipped onto my finger the day before at the altar, and I'm grateful for how my life is playing out. I've never been this happy and fulfilled.I pray nothing comes between our unions. I love Jordan so much, and I don't know if I can live without having him right beside me. During our dinner yesterday, he mentioned he wasn't in any haste to have children, and he's ready whenever I am, which is quite thoughtful.I feel Jordan’s hand snake around my neck from behind.“My love,” he coos.“My husband.”“Why did you leave me all alone in bed?”“You were sleeping soundly.”“Which is strange because you know I'm an early riser.”“Well, blame it on my charms.”“I see. You
The car pulls up in front of the hospital, and Patricia and I rush in. Everything's a whirlwind - just moments ago, we were wrapped up in the joy of our honeymoon. Now, there's this gnawing anxiety, this heavy sadness hanging over us.Entering the hospital feels like stepping into a different world. The antiseptic smell, the hushed tones—it's a stark contrast to the carefree moments in Milan. As we search for Tony and Brittney's ward, worry consumes me. Seeing Tony pacing, worn out and on the brink of tears, my heart sinks."Tony, we're here," I offer, my hand on his shoulder, trying to be a pillar of support. "How is she?"Tony's face is etched with worry as he tells us there's been no change. It's agonizing not knowing the outcome, the uncertainty gnawing at all of us."We're here for you," Patricia assures him, trying to inject hope into the air, hoping our positivity can somehow make a difference.“How's she?"Tony sighs, worry etched across his face. "No change. She's still in a