Post by Being Ready And Stable (BRAS) (@brashub)

NNEKA'S DIARY XXVI

The Wednesday before our Saturday church wedding, we stood in a small registry office in Ikeja.

Just us. No crowd. No flowers. No elaborate decorations.

Just a room with beige walls, plastic chairs, and a government official who looked like he'd rather be anywhere else.

That Wednesday, I woke up at 5 AM. Not from nerves — from excitement.

Grace was already in my room, laying out my outfit. A simple cream-colored dress. Modest. Elegant.

"Sis, are you ready?" she asked.

"I've been ready for months."

"Then why are you shaking?"

I looked at my hands. She was right. They were trembling.

"I don't know," I admitted. "I'm not nervous about marrying him. I'm nervous about... I don't know. The finality of it? The paperwork? The fact that after today, I'll legally be Mrs. Kunle?"

Grace grinned. "You've been Mrs. Kunle in your heart for a long time. Today is just the government catching up."

I threw a pillow at her.

We arrived at 9 AM. Kunle was already there, standing by the entrance in a simple grey suit. No tie. Just crisp, clean, and calm.

When he saw me, his face broke into that smile I'd come to love — the one that reached his eyes.

"You look beautiful," he said.

"You look like you haven't slept," I said.

"Couldn't. Too excited," he said.

I laughed. "Same."

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