“Look how mi daughter-in-law nice nuh!”
“The dolly never a play!” I hear, and my smile broadens.
Sash stands next to the other bridesmaids, dressed in gold and white, while the groomsmen sport sleek black Armani suits beside them. Suzanne approaches, ensuring my makeup and dress are flawless before pulling me in for a hug.
“We’ll meet at the reception.”
“Yes,” I beam, kneeling on the seat as the car begins to move.
I blow kisses and wave until they fade from view, snuggling into Nickoi as I feel his fingers glide over my exposed thigh.
***
Everything about this reception is absolutely stunning. With gold and white accents everywhere, each table features a tall glass adorned with white flowers, creating a beautifully golden ambience.
Our cake, towering at least six feet tall, is decorated with icing petals and accompanied by a sword. Atop it sits an edible couple.
“Cyaa wait fi eat you. I love this, babe. Thanks for everything,” I say, tiptoeing to give him a quick peck on the lips.
As “Shake It to the Max” blasts through the speakers, the bridesmaids sway their hips toward the dance floor, their hands playfully covering their faces. Once settled, Tommylee’s‘Under Vibes’begins to play, and instantly the groomsmen fill the dance floor, enjoying the rhythm.
Each groom is paired with their real partner, except for Jordane and Sash.
“Now it’s the moment we’ve all been waiting for!” the DJ announces, and the crowd erupts in cheers.
“Let’s welcome to the floor Mr. and Mrs. Jacobs!”
The guests cheer even louder as “Talibhan” by Skeng and Stalk Ashley starts blasting through the speakers. We make our way onto the floor, singing to each other. He sings Skeng’s verses while I sing Ashley’s, and the crowd reacts to our energy. Then Rick approaches the microphone.
“Him have a bag a gyal a stalk him,” Rick thrust the mic toward the audience. “But who him wah?”
“ZARAAA!” the crowd responds enthusiastically.
“Cho, bubblegum!” I laugh.
“A lie? Listen good nuh man!” Rick exclaims, making us laugh even more. He’s such a vibe. “Congratulations to you, my sis and my bruh heart a love fam.”
“Dat is it!” Gutta shouts from the back.
Nickoi chuckles. “Heart a love.”
Then the DJ chimes in. “Somebody tell mi say Zara loves the‘Hrs & Hrs’song, so let’s see if she can dance to it.”
I laugh sheepishly.
Nickoi glances at me, and I realize we are the only ones on the floor.
“You ready?” the DJ asks.
I wrap my arms around Nickoi’s torso and confidently say, “Mi born ready.”
“Ariteeee,” he replies as the music starts playing.
I hook my arm around him, and his hand glides over my body, motivating me. As his palm lingers on my waist, I sway my hips. He leans in and kisses my neck, sending chills down my spine. Smoke fogs around us, I’m barely seeing anyone but him.
Then he whispers in my ear, “I love you.”
“Damn,” I whisper back, feeling it deep within.
