Third's Person's POV.

Sometimes in life, it's the things that we do not expect that happens to us. They were never planned for, and are rather spontaneous. In life, we have no control over the things that happen - most times - and we often fall victims to the hands of Fate. No one knows tomorrow, for tomorrow is pregnant - so the popular adage goes.

Even the ones we least expect to end up with, might be the ones to shoulder all our pains in the end. Perhaps, they maybe the ones to listen when you're down - even when the ones you thought would be there wouldn't. They may be the ones to understand you, way better than those you thought would forever understand you.

As nothing and no one can be perfect, so also in life, nothing can fully be predicted. Life is a roller-coaster of emotions, on our journey we might stumble into obstacles and bump into people that may be the reason for our progresses or set-backs, but all that matters, and is most important; is that we surmount obstacles.

A little sprinkling of positivity can and will go a long way in one's life, and that's why we must never look down on anyone - nothing even when they look down on you.

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Chioma was now fully cladded in her wedding dress. If Femi had found her mesmerizing, on her birthday, he'd certainly find her tempting today.

The elegance in her entire appearance was capable of keeping heads turning and mouths gaping in awe. She was an alluring masterpiece, in her wedding dress. The angelic poise and grace held all in one outfit and her entire appearance, was enough to make a man go mad. And the torture involved in it all, was that she knew she could.

Her dress was a Marie-Chantal Miller wedding dress. It hugged up her body and clung to her waist region nicely... Almost like a corset - upwards, and flowed downwards, spreading through the floor and sweeping through each time she walked. The top part was made out of a lacy design and was sleeveless, meanwhile, the down part of the gown had a lacy finish and embroideries adorning it's flawless, immaculate white color. The dress had a lot of frills and that made it spread widely... Just like a ball gown.

Her veil was exactly the same length as her wedding dress, flowing downwards in a classic manner. And it had a lacy finish as well, and stylish and elegant embroideries.

Her hair had been styled into a black, long weave-on which was well waxed and had been put into a large bun. Her hair had been adorned with with white floral hair clips which were attached to her hair, alongside a silver tiara with silver glittering stones encrusted into it.

Her makeup was done by one of the best makeup designers in Lagos. It was smokey and made her look fierce and appear like an Arabian princess - which she apparently nailed the looks effortlessly. Her lips were smacked with a thick layer of crimson red lipstick and outlined by a nude color, making her lips more outlined and redefined. A nude blush was applied to her cheeks, and her eyes had some mascara, eyeliner and nude eyes shadow. Her brows were outlined by a black eye pencil and her entire face shone of the foundation and bronzer applied to her face.

Her nails were painted in white nail polish and had a few stones on them. Coupled with her jewelry - which were the necklace and earrings given to her by Agozie, and then bracelet given to her by Femi's mother - she was seemingly looking like a Greek goddess. A Chinese empress - if one was willing to elaborate further.

Amanda happened to walk into the room, with a big smile on her face. She was the chief bridesmaid and was dressed in a blue ankle-length dress, which had a slip that stopped just below her knees. The dress was an off-the-shoulder dress, which hugged and glued to her curves in an attractive manner. Her makeup was simple, and made her appear really beautiful as well, and so were the silver jewelry she was putting on. Her black weave-on was flowed down to her backside, and completed the entire look. And so did her five inches, silver block heels.

"Oh my God! Chioma, you're going to kill Femi today. You look so beautiful, I'm going to so cry" she smiled, as she hurried over to Chioma's side and hugged her.

Chioma chuckled and returned the hug, with a smile on her face. This was indeed the happiest day of her life. Her mother was by her side, and helped her out with putting a few things in place and so were the stylists that were helping her out. Amara was equally not left out.

Clad in a silver colored body-hug dress, Amara walked into the room and let out a loud squeal the minute she landed her eyes on her older sister. She hurried over to Chioma's side, engulfing her in a bone-crushing hug with a big smile on her face.

"If I lie, let me die. You look beautiful, I can't even believe we're related. I'm so happy for you, sis. So so happy!" Amara beamed, her eyes slowly turning glassy.

Chioma noticed this and immediately hugged her once more, knowing the reason behind her tears.

After she'd be married to Femi, she wouldn't live here anymore. And she was sure that she'd miss her parents and Amara, so much. She'd even miss all the aids in the house, especially Seb - her personal driver.

"Don't cry. Or do you want me to join you and ruin my makeup? I don't want to sit down and have my face baked for another forty-five minutes. Do you want that?" she said to Amara, who shook her head, no, in reply.

"Good. So please don't cry. I promise, I'll visit as often as I can. And we can always FaceTime any time you want" she reassured and Amara nodded her head in understanding.

Her mother equally hugged her. The joy of every mother was to see her children happy, and she knew her daughter was happy. She was sure they were both happy, for although Amara would miss Chioma, she was certain that she was also very happy about her marriage.

"May God continue to bless you, my dear. I might have not been the best mother to you, but I always had your best interest at heart. I pray that you'll remain happy, even as you get married today. And that God will bestow upon you, the wisdom to handle your home well" Mrs. Aniobi said and they all let out a chorus of Amens.

"Thanks, mom" and Chioma gave her yet another hug.

"I'm so joining in on this!" Amara chirped as she equally joined them.

"And don't forget me too!" beamed Amanda, as she joined in on the hug too.

"I don't know if y'all want me to cry on my wedding day. I'm feeling so emotional right now" Chioma suddenly said as they pulled away from the hug.

They all laughed at what she'd said. But she'd meant it, she felt the tears brimming in her eyes. She was going to miss her family, and she just couldn't help but recollect all her childhood memories here. She truly felt the urge to cry, but not because she sad or hurt. But only because she was happy and filled with so much joy. They were happy tears, and she stared at the ones that cared so much about her, her heart swelled with so much gratitude to God for bestowing her such an admirable family and such a friend like Amanda. Through thick and thin, they made it all and it all ended in praises. To her, she didn't deserve any of them one bit. Yet, she got all their care, love and support - regardless.

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"You're looking handsome, son!" beamed Mr. Omashola, as he strolled into Femi's bedroom and they both hugged each other.

"Thanks, dad" he smiled as he replied.

He was dressed in a white dress shirt, over a deep white suit jacket and a pair of black pantsuit. On his neck, he wore a champagne yellow bow tie and on his feet, a pair of expensive black, well-polished dress shoes. And on his waist, was a Versace leather belt. He was looking extremely handsome, yet managed to pull off a quite simple look - although expensive.

Damola was dressed in a black dress suit and a pair of black dress shoes. On his neck, he wore a silver neck tie, along with the other Best Men. He smiled the minute he walked into the room, alongside Femi's other friends, Marcus, Ade and Tolu.

"See my guy! See my gee! Omo, Femi you too soft!" Damola hailed, as they both exchanged a bro handshake. Femi smiled and happily shook hands with him, along with his other guys.

"Looking good, man!" Marcus said, and they both did a bro handshake took.

"Guy! Guy, you be boss, I swear!" Tolu hollered, as they equally did a bro handshake.
["Guy! Guy, you're a boss, I swear!"].

"Dead! Burst my brain! I say, burst my brain! Haba! You wan kill person?" came Ade's voice, as he fist bumped with Femi.
["Dead! Burst my brain! I say, burst my brain! Wow! You want to kill someone?"].

Femi laughed and amidst his laughter, Agozie finally came in.

"Who be this? Jehovah! This na Femi? Chiayeh! Guy, you're looking so... So... I no know how to even put the English" he laughed and immediately hugged Femi, who returned the hug with a smile on his.
["Who's this? Jehovah! Is this Femi? Wow! Guy, you're looking so... So... I don't even know how to even put the English"].

"Thanks, guys" Femi replied afterwards, putting finishing touches to his hair.

All the while this went on, Femi's dad stood at a corner, grinning from ear to ear. He soon excused himself while his wife walked into the room and couldn't help but smile at her son's appearance.

"See my son oh! See my Femi!" she beamed as she engulfed him in a warm embrace. A certain warmth filled him as he returned the hug, a smile playing on his lips.

"Maami!" he beamed and she continually threw smiles at him. Her eyes were already turning glassy as she beamed at him.

"You will never lack. Your enemies shall never get you. Your marriage will never crumble. From grace to grace, that's where you shall go. You won't die prematurely..." she choked on the last part, recalling the death of her only daughter. With a sad smile, Femi hugged his mother and fought with the tears that gathered on his eyes.

"Amen, mom. Amen" and a small smile played on his lips as he placed a kiss on her forehead.

The minute he pulled away, she excused herself to attend to some of the guests who had called her. He heaved a sigh, imagining her pretty face and all he'd do when he'd see her. Finally, she was going to get married to him and he hoped nothing would separate them ever again.

He was about sitting on his bed, when a text notification buzzed in his pants pocket. Hurriedly he retrieved his phone, hoping it'd be Chioma's text. He had also been thinking of texting her, and was about doing that when the text came in.

To his surprise and disappointment, it wasn't Chioma. Instead, it was an unknown number. He wondered whose it was and hurriedly read through the text.

The text read thus:

Congratulations on your wedding, Femi. I know you probably hate me now, and honestly, I do not blame you for that. In all honesty, I always had and will always have your best interest at heart, and I'd never want anything bad for you. It's true that I overreacted that day, and I'd wronged you, despite all you've done for me in the past. I was selfish, wicked  - in fact. I definitely don't expect you to forgive me, but I'm truly sorry.
I hope all goes well between you and Chioma, and that she doesn't result to the reason behind your tears and sadness. I'll always wish the best for you, no matter what... And even though the feelings I had for you were one-sided, I'll always love you and care for you. It's a pity that I'm responsible for my own absence in your own wedding, I'm really sorry about that.
I wish you all the best on this beautiful day, and a happy married life - both to you, and Chioma. Do extend my wishes to her too, you'll forever remain in my heart.

Love, Kunmi.

A feeling of sadness engulfed him and he heaved a long, exasperated sigh. He couldn't deny the fact that he missed her, no doubt. But she'd caused all of this, and although he'd already long forgiven her for it all, it still hurt. She was such a good friend before that entire episode, and they were really close to each other before... But now? They were so distant. Their friendship had already ripped apart and the chances of saving it looked slim to him. Actually, to them both.

With a sad smile on his face, he gave a simple reply.

Thank you.

He typed back, clicked 'send', and hurriedly shoved his phone into his pockets.

* * *

The sound of the melodious Organ, filled the entire, large church hall. Adorned with the colors of the day, which were blue, white and silver - the entire place was looking lovely and extremely pretty. The aisle was covered in rose petals, and as Chioma walked down the aisle, Femi couldn't get his eyes off her.

As he watched her walk down the aisle, he couldn't wait to hold her. She looked so angelic as she walked down the aisle, the anticipation of getting to hold her was eating him up, and he just couldn't wait any longer.

Her father had the biggest, brightest smile he could ever muster, on his face. His hands were interlocked with his daughter's, as he walked her down the aisle. He was happy that his daughter was finally getting married, and a bit sad that she'd leave the house to live with her husband in their new home. He was happy she had changed, she proved him wrong. She showed him that she could be better. And that made him so proud of her, so proud of her that he didn't regret the decision of having to send her away - anymore. Her time on the mainland birthed a new Chioma Aniobi. A new Chioma Aniobi he was proud to call his daughter and was impressed by.

The minute they arrived at the altar, he left her hand - offering her hand to her soon-to-be husband - and Femi gently took her hand in his, a big smile on his face as he stared at her. She smiled back, not being able to cover up the smile on her face, and not willing to stop smiling.

As they said their vows, they were both certain that there was no going back. The certainty in their heart, and the determination in their eyes, were not left unnoticed by the rest of the congregation, not even the priest himself. They each stared into each other's eyes, as they said their wedding vows, meaning every word and with an affirmation and passion that bubbled the unique feeling of love that they had for each other.

"Do you, Femi Omashola, take Chioma Aniobi as your lawfully wedded wife?" The priest asked, his gaze on Femi - who still had his smile glued to her face, as his heart did backflips and summersaults in his chest.

Femi still had his eyes on Chioma, his eyes never leaving her honey brown ones, and without any delay he replied; "I do" and Chioma smiled at him.

To Chioma, the priest said: "Do you, Chioma Aniobi, take Femi Omashola as your lawfully wedded husband?" He asked and she smiled, nodding her head vehemently without thinking twice.

"I do" came her reply, the excited smile on her face was priceless, and just seeing that made Femi's smile increase.

"I now pronounce you, husband and wife. You may now kiss the bride" said the priest, a genuine smile on his face.

Femi grinned as he finally met his lips with her, his hands going around her waist - ignoring all the cheers from the audience - he kissed her passionately, like he wanted to rekindle the sparks from their first kiss. Their heartbeats synched as he continued kissing her, despite all the uproar from the audience - shocking the priest, who watched with an amused smile on his face. Only when they were both out of breath, did he stop, gazing at her contentedly, like she was a rare piece of gem, the prettiest, priceless, and most precious jewel he'd ever set his eyes on. The stain from her lipstick was left on his lips, but he didn't seem to mind. He feasted his eyes on the gorgeous masterpiece before him, his heart: swelling with so much content and happiness, so much that he almost couldn't believe this was all real.

If it were a dream, he was willing to never wake up and to keep dreaming for the rest of his life. If only all these were real. It felt real, and with the intensity of his gaze on her, and hers on him, he was sure it was all real. The serendipity of their entire relationship, laced, moulded and intertwined them together... Such that they were inseparable. He found his gem, his diamond, his silver and his gold... And now he's finally found her, his soulmate; he was sure to never let her go.

As he'd promised when he said his vows; till death do us part.

How quick he fell for her, made his heart throb all over again. She looked beautiful, too beautiful that it hurt his eyes, just staring into hers.

"I love you" she was first to say it this time, and he placed his forehead on hers, smiling contently at her as he scooped her in his arms - taking her by surprise.

"And I love you more" he said into her ear, his lips brushing past her earlobe, as an everlasting spark ran down her spine and the goosebumps arose on her skin.

She threw her hands around his neck, and kissed his lips once more.

"Amen" was her final reply, as he walked them down the altar.

"Amen" he concurred.

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Who needs a tissue? No one? Okay, well, I do!! Wow! Finally MTTSS has come to an end... I need to parte!💃🏾
(This is me doing my legwork...the legwork I cannot even do😂). PS: the photo up👆 is of what Chioma's wedding dress looks like.

Appreciation:

Y'all have been the best readers an author could ever ask for. I can't express my gratitude enough. You guys are the support I get to keep writing, even when I feel like my work is trash and doesn't deserve to be on here... Y'all motivate me. They were times when I was really scared to publish some chapters, times when I felt my writing was pure crap, but y'all kept motivating me to continue. This is actually the first real story I'm completing on Wattpad, sometimes I dump my stories and just delete them. Why? Well, it's 'cause of my lack of confidence sometimes. But with your numerous supports, I just couldn't let y'all hanging. Thank you all, each one of you that read, commented and even voted. Most especially, my silent readers, you may not know this; but I value you all. I love each one of you, 'cause every read counts. And the fact that you guys haven't given up on me is such an encouragement... And I PLEAD with you all to please not give up on me.

I know that when I first began this story, a lot of chapters were crappy, I mean CRAPPY! But with your motivations and supports, I got better. Each time I see someone make it to a recent chapter, my heart swells with so much gratitude... I could even cry (I'm a crybaby, I know😂). In the near future, I'll be doing a MAJOR editing on this book, I'll be improving a lot of things and I'll slowly do the editing.

Still, I can't even stress what they (your comments, votes and the reads) do to me. Wattpad is my solitude, writing has been something I started when I was like five. And I don't want to stop. I was bad before, but by God's grace, I'll get better. All that matters, is to keep pushing.

Tip:

I'm not the best writer on here, I might not even be amongst the best... Still, here's a piece of advice for those who are still struggling with their writing journey. Please, don't be like me when I first started, confidence and positivity will take you a long way. Even if you get a hate comment, and you're told your writing stinks... Take it in good fate, and be better. Prove whomever it was that said that wrong, make them believe that you can ACTUALLY improve. Read good books, observe numerous writing styles and pick the ones that suit you best. Don't try to imitate, be YOU! Write something you'd want to read and you'd be proud of, even if you stinks at first, keep going. Keep taking tips, and always remember that even the best authors of all times started from somewhere.

Also, make friends that you can relate with and can help you with tips on how to perfect and better your work. I'm no professional, but I'm striving to get here. You can too!💕

I hope this helps someone✨

New Book:

In a previous chapter, I announced that I'd be starting my new book soon. It's a Nigerian Teen Fiction, and it's titled: BITTERSWEET.

I'm itching to let out the blurb... I don't know. But the book will be out by Monday, which is later in the day.

Please guys, I really need y'all to check it out and support me. Thanks to all the lovely people that made my day by guaranteeing their support... That spoke volumes. I really appreciate it💕

Bittersweet will be far better than this one... I hope😂 (This author's note is turning into a full chapter. Please forgive me for that).

Anyhoo, I hope to see y'all when I finally publish BITTERSWEET. It's a crazy story, with a lot of twists and turns.

Perhaps I'll leave the blurb here? Will that be good? Mm... Okay.

Blurb For Bittersweet:

"Can't you see what this is doing to me? Can't you see that loving you is hurting me, Alisa. Please... Don't you at least feel something for me? Nothing at all?" The hurt in his voice was evident, the need and pressure that came along with his question, was also evident that it didn't go unnoticed by her.

Blinking back tears, and trying so hard to stay strong, her reply sent a blow his way - once again, hurting him. "No! I do not feel a thing for you. Absolutely nothing! This..." She choked on a sob, trying to seem tough and mean every word of hers - when truly, she didn't.

"This is hurting both of us! It's wrong... It's crazy and it's insane. We're both making a mistake. We're both sinning against God, this whole thing... It's just... It's pure madness! Just stop, okay?" And with that being said, she left with a burdened heart, as the tears pent up in her eyes finally slid down her cheeks. She wished she hadn't been so harsh, she didn't mean most of what had said to him, and she most definitely didn't want to hurt him at all, knowing all he'd been through... But it all needed to be said.

He watched as she hurt him for the second time in a row. His heart just couldn't take it, and he let his hot tears slide down his cheeks. Once again, he was hurt all over again.

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To many, they'd see a hurt girl, a saddened human and a traumatized teenager. But to only but a few, she lived her life - learning from life's essence. She learnt not to hope for too much, an antisocial pessimist - I guess you could say that.

The world is a bitter place, but if you can just find the right amount of sweetness, you'll do just fine.

Adopted numerous times, rejected just as much times as she was adopted - moving from one foster home to another. This girl learnt to be tough, she wasn't weak, she didn't want to get broken by anything she'd come across. Instead, she'd give herself a reason to look at the odds with a shrug, and move on.

Alongside a crazy highschool experience and overwhelming infatuations, as well as inevitable teenage  dramas and insecurities, Alisa Chimezie, threads through the eggshells placed before her, with her head held high and an indifferent shrug. But a lot could go wrong, a lot could go haywire, when a certain young boy discovers a heart wrenching secret about her.
When thunderstorms arise, her life is brought to a certain twist...one that almost seems like a mirage. And as always, the indignant pessimist must look at the odds.

Adopted. Rejected. Wronged.

One can only hope that her guard isn't left broken and shattered.

~Bittersweet~

Copyright © Chisom. A. S 2020

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And that's the blurb! Did you like it?💕

Okay, bye guys and thank you all for all your wonderful support ❤️
XOXO, Chisom💝