Previously Titled 'Paradise'.
For her entire life, Paradise Hamilton has had no say in her own personal affairs. From a child she had grown up under the strict rules of her Caribbean parents.
But when the day finally arrived for her to wed a comple...
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Omniscient
Kingston, Jamaica
Zebediah stirred his alcoholic concoction together lightly, dark eyes scanning across his surroundings taking in every contributing addition to the beautiful scene before him. The rhythmic sounds of reggae music stimulated his eardrums, adding perfectly to the cultural backdrop he stood in.
Steps away, both Zaharia and Genna stood, indulging in a flirtatious conversation, which Diah ignored, opting instead to busy his mind with the possible reasons his wife could be taking so long to arrive.
Earlier the two had gotten ready for a day out, though when they had finally both finished dressing, after much refuting, Paradise had managed to convince Zebediah to wait for her at the bar, claiming she would join him in merely ten minutes.
Yet it had already been fifteen, and as the passing seconds grew, Zebediah's concern did the same.
The man's plethora of thoughts were soon interrupted when the soft voice of his sister filled his ears, each word she spoke, forcing Zebediah's neck to crane to a new angle, until his eyes met hers, completely.
"I'm going to dance." A smile was etched into her smooth brown skin, as she awaited his response, rocking gently on her heels.
"Cool. Tell Genna to watch his hands." He gave the woman a threatening glare, eliciting her to roll her eyes.
She spun on her feet once she had done so, following the trail to the dark skin man that stood out amidst the sea of others. A large grin submerged his unique features when the female stood directly before him, extending a single hand, which he gladly accepted before leading the way onto the packed dancefloor.
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Zebediah was then left to his lonesome, observing those around him relish in their own festivities. He threw the rest of the burning liquor down his throat, placing the glass back in its original position before licking his lips.
