Nicolas “Wait!” Who the hell yelled that? When everyone turned to face the stoop, they noticed... Adrian. He was panting hard, hunched down with his hands on his knees. I said, gritting my teeth, “Adrian.” This stumped us all. Anaya pressed her hand on mine. Adrian raced up to the altar. He moved forward and spoke in a low voice that only Anaya and I could hear. “Can’t marry without your minister, aye!” We both whisper-yelled, “What?” What exactly does he mean? We already have a minister in place. “Ad, we already have...” she began, turning to face the place where the minister was supposed to be present there. However, it was vacant. “Mrs. Boss, the minister had a situation in the toilet,” he blurted while gigging. “What do you mean by a situation in the toilet?” I questioned. He tried to contain his laughter as he said, “Boss, he has diarrhea, and he’s smearing the toilet in the mansion.” Oh, Lord! “Ew!” Anaya wrinkled her nose. Fuck, she is cute. “But who will perform the
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