It was a calm Saturday in Kingston, but inside the old banquet hall, the atmosphere was tense. The place had a rustic charm which was aged beams, budget decorations, nothing extravagant, nothing special. The wedding of Angela Johnson and Malick Thompson was underway, though to many guests, it felt more like comedy than celebration.
Angela’s family filled the seats, her friends were there, and a handful of Malick’s acquaintances too. None of them knew that the man they’d been mocking for weeks, the man they thought was beneath her, was about to alter everything.
