Dreams to vows

Chapter 16: Honeymoon Bliss

Yeah am back again ! And am excited to drop this new chapter though the chapter was a little bit difficult for me to write 🤧 cos I wanted Priscilla to give you the honeymoon gist in full 😍 but well, here it is 😁 don't forget to like and let me know what  you feel in the comments 🤗

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*"The best thing to hold onto in life is each other."* — Audrey Hepburn

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POV: Priscilla

The sun dipped low in the sky, casting a warm, golden glow over the sandy shores of Santorini. The sound of the waves gently lapping against the rocks filled the air, mingling with the distant laughter of tourists and the occasional clink of glasses from nearby cafes. John and I walked hand in hand along the cobblestone path, our hearts light and our faces flushed with the joy of newlywed bliss.

The past few days had been a whirlwind of romance and adventure. After a beautiful wedding ceremony in Lagos, we had flown to Greece for our honeymoon, a destination we had both dreamed of visiting. Santorini, with its iconic whitewashed buildings and breathtaking views of the Aegean Sea, was everything we had imagined and more. As we strolled through the narrow streets, I couldn’t help but feel like we had stepped into a postcard.

“Can you believe we’re really here?” I asked, squeezing John’s hand as we paused to take in the view.

John smiled down at me, his eyes twinkling with happiness. “It’s like a dream,” he replied. “And I get to share it with the most beautiful woman in the world.”

I laughed, swatting playfully at his arm. “You’re getting good at this husband thing.”

“I’ve had some excellent practice these past few days,” John teased, pulling me close and kissing the top of my head.

Our honeymoon had been a perfect mix of relaxation and exploration. During the day, we ventured out to explore the island, visiting ancient ruins, wandering through local markets, and sampling delicious Greek cuisine. In the evenings, we would retreat to our cozy villa overlooking the sea, where we spent hours talking, laughing, and simply enjoying each other’s company.

One evening, after a particularly decadent dinner of moussaka and grilled octopus, we decided to take a spontaneous detour through the village square. The square was bustling with activity—locals and tourists alike were gathered for a traditional Greek dance performance. Curious and eager to immerse themselves in the local culture, John and I joined the crowd.

We found a spot near the front, where we could get a good view of the dancers. The music was lively and infectious, the sound of bouzoukis and lyres filling the air. The dancers, dressed in colorful traditional costumes, moved with such grace and energy that it was impossible not to be swept up in the excitement.

As the performance continued, one of the dancers caught sight of me and John watching with wide-eyed fascination. With a mischievous grin, he gestured for us to join in. I hesitated, laughing nervously, but John was already stepping forward, his hand outstretched to me.

“Come on, Priscilla! Let’s give it a try,” he urged, his enthusiasm contagious.

I shook my head, half in disbelief and half in delight. “John, we don’t know how to dance like that!”

“Who cares?” John said, grinning. “It’s all part of the adventure!”

Before I could protest further, he had pulled me into the circle of dancers. The crowd cheered as we joined in, and the dancers welcomed us with open arms. I found myself laughing uncontrollably as we attempted to mimic the intricate footwork. John, for his part, was thoroughly enjoying himself, his awkward but earnest attempts at the dance drawing good-natured applause from the locals.