MY FAIRYTALE Love Story
DENE
l the way to Nigeria for the introduction ceremony was truly delightful. It indicated a strong
sparking a flurry of preparations. The house was abuz
LOLA
ily coming for the introduction ceremony, a
occasion. Traditional Nigerian attires were carefully selected for each family member, reflecting the vibrant colors and rich cul
NARD
the atmosphere on the jet was filled with a unique blend o
s with a serene and comfortable environme
nd I would exchange vows in the presence of our loved ones. Nigeria, with its vibran
ing preparations. They carefully reviewed the schedule, ensuring that everything was in pl
nto Lagos, Nigeria. I peered out the window and caught sight of the sprawling city below. The
port, I dialed Ryan to come pick us up from the airport.
. Ryan and I had been friends since childhood, and h
airport, I spotted Ryan's familiar face in the crowd. He grinned widely and waved at us, his excitemen
eloping me in a warm embrace. "I'm so glad you're fi
agos. The city's energy was contagious, with people going about thei
ntricate traditional attires that my family iand I would wear, the rhythmic dances that w
where he had booked rooms for my family and I. We chec
ve of relief washed over me.
e hotel and make the most of the time I would be in Lagos. E
in Lagos. Excited by the idea, I agreed to go an
tic atmosphere. The club was packed with enthusiastic partygoers, creating an electrifying ambiance. The
indulged in signature coc
ak. The DJ skillfully mixed tracks, seamlessly transitionin
nd a queasy stomach. The remnants of last night's party had left me with a hangover that seemed determined to make its p
holic drinks I had consumed, the electrifying atmosphere of the club, and the night of wild sex I had with t
e in a hot shower. The warm water cascaded over me, gradually washing away
pse of myself in the mirror. My disheveled ap
ng a hangover from the previous night's party, I quickly got dressed, Ignoring t
e drove towards Damilola's family house, a mix