Afraid that he disbelieved me, I waved the SLR in my hands. "I'll take your wedding photos for free, as long as..."
"As long as what?" He was smiling, but his eyes were dim.
The back of my hand accidentally pressed against the wall. The temperature in the room was warm, and I wasn't wearing anything too thin. Yet, I shivered.
"As long as you don't mind my photography skills," I said, lowering my voice.
He approached me again, and I took a step to the side to keep my distance from him.
People walked to and fro in the dressing room.
Martha was wearing a petal skirt, a white blouse, and a pair of green high heels.
She walked in our direction. The smile in her eyes hid daggers.
"Rodney, your brother and his wife are in the VIP lounge upstairs. Auntie and uncle are also here. Someone im
