Yes, we arrived at the church three minutes later than expected. Greg was already waiting at the altar for his to-be bride, and at the sight of her, relief washed over his face. In the end, the wedding was a success. With the hangover headache gone, I could carry out my duties as a maid of honour and deliver.
We moved to the reception, the massive, well-decorated Charis Hall, and Diya and Greg got to dance and play the silly couples games, which made the whole hall cheer and applaud them. They were the definition of a couple’s goal, and their happiness brought me so much joy. I had watched them meet and fall in love over six years ago, and seeing how far their story had come was perfect. I could only wish them the best from here.
My mind raced back to Zion, wondering if he was okay or th
