Sixteen

"Are you having wedding jitters," Steve said beside Mike. He was dressed in a three-piece suit, alongside Mike. Mike had been quiet, reminiscing on Amelia's words about their marriage. He was thinking of ways to get her to change her mind about it. "Wow, man, chill. You are the one bringing the bride home. You are not leaving your home."

He turned towards Steve with a raised brow, "Can you just shut up? I am the one getting married, but you have been talking non-stop. I don't have wedding jitters, just needed some minutes to myself."

Steve nodded with a smile. He couldn't relate to Mike, but he tried to understand him sometimes. The pressure Mike was under was nothing strange to him, and he would have acted the same way. He couldn't imagine getting married to some strange woman, all because he wanted to please his family.

The car ride to Amelia's place was silent. The Afonso had gone with three cars; one for the groom and his best man, one for his parents, and one for Shar