Chapter Two
I’m still wondering a couple of hours later as I stand against a wall all by my lonesome while Holt and Sylvie share their first dance as husband and wife. The opulent ballroom has been quick-changed by a flurry of palace servants into an unbelievably elegant reception venue, complete with a fleet of tables, an international buffet, and a performance stage, with enough space leftover for a dance floor.
The twins are on stage singing Jill Scott’s “Jahraymecofasola,” and I’m not one to bet on happily ever after, but Holt is staring down at Sylvie like he’s won the lottery, and Sylvie is looking up at Holt like she might burst into happy tears at any moment.
I’m happy for them…I really am. The road to this moment has been paved with obstacles, and quite frankly I questioned Syl
