December 5 – Bukky and Demi's Wedding
The day arrived with a brilliance that made the sky itself seem celebratory. White clouds framed the sun as if nature itself had paused to honor the occasion. The venue was breathtaking—an expansive estate adorned with cascading flowers, crystalline chandeliers, and gold-accented tables reflecting the afternoon sun.
Bukky was radiant, her gown flowing like liquid silver, each movement commanding the attention of everyone present. Demi, immaculate in a tailored tuxedo, wore a confident smile, the kind that masked nerves yet exuded dominance. Family and friends filled the hall, but every eye seemed drawn to the couple, the chemistry between them almost tangible.
Akanni watched from a discreet distance. He had chosen not to attend the ceremony, claiming work obligations, though a part of him ached to witness the day.
The ceremony began with a hushed reverence. Guests watched as vows were exchanged, hands were held, and promises made. Bukky's gaze occasionally flicked to Demi, radiant and confident, unaware that Akanni's mind lingered somewhere between bitterness and resignation.
As the officiant pronounced them husband and wife, cheers erupted. Demi kissed Bukky's hand, then her lips, sealing their vows in public, while Akanni's chest tightened, a mixture of grief and acceptance pooling inside him.
Later, during the reception, laughter, dancing, and music filled the night. Bukky glided among guests, Demi always at her side, the picture of a perfect union. Akanni observed quietly from his private lounge, his mind a whirl of thoughts. He allowed himself one private smile, acknowledging that life, despite its cruelties, continued—and that perhaps, even in loss, there was a path forward for him.
Mira joined him, quietly placing a hand on his arm. "You're allowed to feel, Akanni. But don't let this break you. You're stronger than any heartbreak."
He met her gaze, eyes glinting with a mix of sorrow and resolve. "I know… and I will. I always will."
The night drew on, the celebration continuing, while Akanni remained a silent observer—a king momentarily dethroned, but planning quietly, a mind already calculating the moves ahead.