Epilogue

You've been so brave, sweetheart.

~Lily Potter, The deathly hallows.

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Three years later

Venice, Italy.

She adjusted the lapels of her veil, gazing at herself through the full length mirror in her dressing room.

The woman who stared back at her wasn't at all the woman she had been three years ago. She had come so far from being the abandoned daughter, the disgraced drug addict and the girl who had vyed for her father's attention.

Now, she was a renowned chef in Nigeria, a degree holder in psychology, a wife and an expecting mother–in three months to be exact.

Never in her life had she ever thought that one day, she was going to fall in love or that she was going to get married and craft a life with another person.

After what had happened to her, her life had been a series of sitting around and doing nothing. She had felt like a waste of oxygen, just going through the motions with no thought of the future.

After almost loosing her Baba and her encounter with the Lukuwa brothers, she re