He took a deep breath, forcing a steady expression as he followed Olaedo inside, silently preparing for the storm of curiosity, scrutiny, and the occasional playful jab that was surely coming.
He purposely kept his words measured, careful not to reveal too much. He was waiting for Olisa, who was supposed to arrive any minute.
According to tradition, a proper marriage discussion required all the key players, and Olisa was his chosen companion, the buffer he needed to navigate this minefield.
But beneath the composed exterior, a quieter, more personal fear lingered. Fake marriage or not… what kind of man marries a woman without seeking her family's blessing first? Guilt gnawed at him. He had done exactly that, and now, three months later, he was here, trying to make amends.
