Boma stood by the ornate entrance of the event center, her heart pounding with nervous anticipation.
The murmurs of the guests around her were drowned out by the rush of blood in her ears as she scanned the crowd for Donovan, searching for the opportune moment to make her move.
Her parents were felicitating with other people. Donovan's parents were also doing thesame. Ronald was with Donovan talking. He seemed bent on convincing Donovan of something after making her excuse them. She prayed his influence would not surface again.
Donovan’s siblings were busy enjoying the lavish dishes served at their table.
As the ceremony progressed, she felt a surge of determination welling up inside her. This was her chance, and she wasn't going to let it slip away.
"Excuse me," she murmured to the
