Flipping the tie inward and taking it back out, Ifeanyi groaned as he gave up and loosened the tie. He’s been trying for the past few minutes to knot the tie but the damn thing refused to cooperate. He removed the material from his neck and threw it on the bed catching his brother’s attention.
“I think I’ll go without the tie,” he said and his brother’s lips quirked up in a sneer.
“Ehn? You better wear the tie, don’t ruin my wedding pictures with your hoodlum self.” Nnamdi said eliciting laughter from the people in the room and Ifeanyi glared at him.
A woman chuckled and walked into the room, it was their mother. She was dressed in a pink dress that was designed with sequins and sparkled with every step she took into the room. Her hair was packed up in a chignon, she exuded elegance
