Samsara Island.  ~Kola Adefarasin~ "The bride." I called, standing next to the groom, Dare, my very good friend. I looked past the group of seven people which were, Dare's mom, Haya's father, Anny, Maria, her son, Samantha and Mr Gasglow, Devin.  We were just 12 on the island, gathered beside the crashing waves of the endlessly and alluringly blue ocean. 'Twas just one week after the scene at Samantha's office.  I took a glance at Dare for the last time. The joy pacing his face was beyond measure. I'd never seen him that happy. He looked so purposed and jumpy as hell. Because I could see him occasionally take a peek at Samantha. He'd told me while we were flying there that he still didn't trust Samantha. And twas because of that, they'd decided to fasten the process of the wedding before Samantha might change her mind and ruin it all.  I knocked off the distraction. After all, I was