“For what?”
“The wedding.”
He stared at her.
“And you agreed?” she asked.
“Yes.”
Diana looked at him for a long moment.
“You don’t love me.”
“No.”
“I didn’t think so.”
Silence settled between them.
“Then why do this?”
Okafor leaned back.
“I’m tired.”
“Of what?”
“Fighting.”
Diana’s face softened, but not with happiness.
“That is not a reason to marry someone.”
“It is the only one I have left.”
The wedding preparations began immediately.
It was to be grand, elegant, unforgettable. The guest list included royalty, business leaders, politicians, and dignitaries.
Everyone said it would be the wedding of the year.
Okafor felt like he was watching someone else’s life unfold.
On the wedding day, the sky was perfect.
The hall glittered with gold and ivory. Crystal chandeliers shone above polished marble floors. Guests filled every seat, dressed in wealth and expectation.
Okafor stood at the altar in a custom suit, looking exactly like the man he was supposed to be.
But his eyes were distant.
Princess Diana walked toward him in a gown that seemed to capture the light itself. She was breathtaking. Calm. Composed.
When she reached him, she whispered, “You’re here.”
“So are you,” he replied.
The ceremony began.
The officiant spoke of love, unity, and commitment.
Okafor heard the words, but they did not reach him.
Then he saw her.
At the far end of the hall.
Ada.
She stood among the servers, dressed simply, holding a tray.
