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The door to the Toyota Rav4 2001 swung open and seated in it was Ijeoma, her make up set in place. Her make-up artist, Ronke had done a perfect job for the supposed perfect day.  Unfortunately the pain that was tearing viciously at her her heart was far from making this day a perfect one.

Her sorrow was not because her father was not alive to witness the day his first daughter would walk down the aisle as a beautiful bride but her pain was standing right there on the alter waiting for her.

The entire congregation was waiting, her legs felt like rubber underneath her. Mr Oladunni, whom her aunt had hire to chauffeur her to the church urged her to come down from the car.

She rose her head slowly to meet up with his gaze, in her heart she knew that the man didn’t and could never…

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