He picked up the neatly embossed envelope from the set thrown haphazardly on the dining table. He traced the design on the thick card and smiled. The card was painted a pastel pink colour with hints of threaded gold in it. He wondered what colour Amina would choose to wear to the wedding, a gold dress or pastel pink or maybe she’d choose to go off colour and wear something quite different from the dress code. Something like a deep red colour or a turquoise, he chuckled lightly. Knowing Amina she’d choose something crazy and different.
“What’s so funny that’s making you laugh?” asked Nnamdi as he took a seat at the dining table.
The smile vanished from his face immediately. “Nothing, just going through your wedding invitations.”
“Hmm!” his brother hummed in his throat. “And you’re no
