*Loveth's POV*
The ring sparkled, but not as brightly as the warmth I carried in my chest. Saying "yes" was easy. Telling our circle? That was the part I wasn't ready for — especially Miracle.
But first... *Mum*.
I held up my hand during our video call. "He proposed."
She stared for a second, mouth open. Then screamed. "Jesu! You people won't kill me with surprise!"
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*Ethan's POV*
My mum was more composed — barely.
"You're marrying Loveth?" she asked.
I nodded.
"Then don't mess this up."
"…Thanks, Mum."
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*Loveth's POV*
Miracle was quiet when I told her. For a moment, I thought she'd cry.
Then she surprised me. "You deserve this. You both do."
"I want you at the wedding," I whispered.
She nodded. "Front row. Crying with lashes on."
We laughed. For once, it was genuine.
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*Ethan's POV*
Wedding planning became our new chaos. We wanted something small, intimate… but Nigerians don't do *small*.
"Ten bridesmaids?" Loveth blinked at the list.
I grinned. "Is that normal?"
"It's insanity."
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*Loveth's POV*
Still, between dress fittings, playlist fights, and food tastings, I felt joy again. Real joy.
Planning our forever felt surreal — like we had walked through fire and finally reached our garden.
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*Ethan's POV*
One night, as she tried on her wedding veil, I looked at her and thought:
*This woman survived heartbreak and chose love again. Chose me again.*
That's real.
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*Loveth's POV*
The guest list was done. The dress was ready. The man? My best choice yet.
The next chapter was around the corner.
And I was ready to say, "I do"
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