Chapter 53 The Wedding

• The morning sun over Lagos painted the city in molten gold. From the balcony of her suite, Sandra could see the ocean glinting in the distance, a restless expanse mirroring her heartbeat. Today wasn’t just a ceremony. It was a promise, carved from everything she and Steve had fought for—every betrayal, every wound, every reckless leap of faith.
• The estate below had transformed overnight into a vision of perfection. White silk draped the arches, roses climbed the trellises, and a string quartet rehearsed softly near the garden. Yet beneath the elegance, Sandra sensed the weight of last night’s revelation. Someone had tried to sabotage this day, and Steve had taken the bullet of that secret to protect her. But they had faced it, together. And now… nothing would stop them.
• Her bridesmaid fastened the final clasp of her gown, a delicate dress of ivory lace that shimmered faintly when she moved. Sandra smoothed her hands over the fabric, exhaling. “Does it look like me?” she asked quietly.