Chapter 12

It was here, the long awaited dinner was finally in two hours. My fate would be sealed on that dinner table and tonight I would meet the woman I was going to marry.

"Red or blue tie?" I asked Bankole as he scanned through a magazine while sitting on the couch in my own hotel suite.

"10 ways to keep the flame rising even after marriage," he read out, deeming my question irrelevant.

"You know I should read this," he voiced again and I extended my hands to the side a little in disbelief, there were more pressing issues than a magazine catalogue.

"Dude, were you even paying attention to what I said?" I asked and his head was still bent, absorbed in the words in front of his eyes for a few seconds before he realized I said something this time.

"What?"

"The Tie," I replied, holding the two colours up for him to pick.