Life Without You✔.

Chapter Eighteen: Dinner.

Bibi's POV
Abuja,Nigeria.

After praying magrib, Mama brought in a white gown, which was similar to the one I had put on earlier, just that this one was white. I put it on, and the makeup artist started caking me up.

We finished in less than an hour." "Finally!" Yaya Aisha groaned. She helped me with my head tie and jewelry. The girls were all wearing rose-gold mermaid gowns. They looked beautiful, Masha Allah. After getting ready, they made me take pictures, as in loads of pictures.

Ayman's POV.

We were already at the hall waiting for the so-called bride to arrive. They just arrived, but she still hasn't come out of the car yet. I don't even want to see her at all. I had to resist telling her she looked beautiful earlier, but I'm sure it's just the makeup and gowns that made her this beautiful.

I walk over to where the car was parked, and Afnan and Yaya Aisha are helping her out of the car. After the mini-argument about the not-so-big entrance, we were finally ready to go in.

Affan came running outside to ask us which song we wanted. Before my brain could comprehend anything, the guys and girls shouted out the song they wanted. "Whatever they chose is fine," I mumbled enough for only him to hear.

We danced our way in. The hall was decorated with flowers and confetti; it looked beautiful. Each table had a minimum of five people, just like I wanted. We had to pretend we were a happy couple, so I had to hold her disgusting hand all the way to our seat.

We started off by taking pictures with my side of the family and then hers. Her friends and mine danced while the food was served, and then me and Bibi were asked to dance. We danced to Perfect by Ed Sheeran.

I placed my right hand on her waist and my left hand in hers as the song played slowly. I forgot about the people staring and taking pictures as I focused on the song and the beautiful girl in front of me. Wait, why am I even saying this?

"Because she is your wife, and she does look beautiful," my subconsciousness said.

No, I don't take her to be my wife; she just looks beautiful. Wait, come on, not again. I can't wait for this thing to end. She's just a witch who wants to charm me, and I won't fall for it. NEVER!!

After the slow dance, we proceeded to cut the cake. I gave her the first bite, and she did the same. Cheers erupted from every corner of the hall as balloons fell from the top, and finally the event came to an end.

I was going to get Bibi from their house later, as she is going back home to say goodbye to her mom and dad. Finally some relief before I teach this spoilt brat a lesson.

Ayman is trying us oo who does he think he is and how dare he call our bibi a spoilt brat and a witch.

We will have to teach him a lesson too, one that he will never forget too who is with me 🙋 raise your hand if u are. Okay,okay bye.

Love you all❤️.

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