Novel & Cerita Father Of Bride Part 2

I repeated numbly. She nodded. “Approximately seven weeks. Judging by your stress levels, you’ve been through a lot recently.” My pulse roared in my ears. “Seven weeks…” My mind calculated backward seven weeks ago, the night Damon had returned from a council trip. The night he’d been gentle, apologetic, intense. Last night he had truly been mine. The doctor’s voice broke through the fog. “Is the father aware? ” I swallowed hard. “No. And he never will be.”

"This is impossible!" Lana's voice shifted in pitch as she gazed at the wedding invitation. "You're... really getting married? Cruz! You went ahead and got a marriage license with her without letting me know? And you even altered the name? You... You've gone too far!" Lana's eyes quickly turned red. Tears swirled in her eyes like she was in extreme distress. I was completely speechless, thinking, 'This woman must have graduated from an acting school! It's a pity she didn't become an actress.' '

"Go to the bar. Drink something that will help you remember how to speak to your betters. If you speak to my wife in that tone again, you will find yourself 'dismissed' from more than just this party. Am I clear?" The word dismissed hit Chase like a physical blow. He paled, his gaze darting between his father’s lethal expression and Julian’s veiled face. "Crystal, Father," Chase muttered, tucking his tail and disappearing into the crowd. Julian exhaled, a ragged sound that caught in his throat. He felt a strange sense of triumph. Seeing Chase humbled by his own father was a better drug than any champagne. "He is a fool," Victor said, his voice right next to Julian’s ear. "But he is right abo

“Nervous and afraid of what came next. But it’s a good fear, tesoro. It means the moment is real.” I force a smile, the moment isn't real. It's all a perfectly tailored lie, but I say, “I only wish my father could be here,” I lie, the words bitter as they leave me. “His illness couldn't give him the chance to be here. It breaks my heart he can’t walk me down the aisle.” She squeezes my hands gently. “He’ll be proud of you. Even from far away. And you’re not alone...you have us. Also, have a wedding when you get home just for your papa. You know this one is to keep the press away."

Others lingered, watching the only son of Killian Cross break in front of them, unsure of how to comfort him. ... The hall was silent after everyone left. The flowers still stood at the altar, untouched, as if mocking the ceremony that never happened. Giovanni sat in the corner, his suit jacket discarded. His hands gripped his hair, his chest rising and falling with heavy, uneven breaths. Killian walked toward him slowly. "Gio," he said. His son didn't look up. Instead, his voice cracked as he spoke into his palms. "She's gone, Dad. She left me."

It was the most gorgeous and moving wedding. Even if she couldn’t understand much of what was said, even if she was here under false pretences and was supposed to be playing a part, the tears that filled her eyes weren’t manufactured as the proud, frail father of the bride walked his glowing daughter down the aisle. There were only two dry eyes in the church, and they both belonged to Chase.

He thought for a moment and then nodded as he opened his expensive suit to cover his mother's exposed thighs. "Who is this?" asked Mira nervously. "It's Aldo, Tante," said Aldo quickly calming Mira's aunt. "Oh, Aldo, who do you think it is!" said Mira with a relieved smile. Bastian signaled that he would go ahead and organize his mama's welcome. Aldo nodded in agreement towards Bastian.

He screamed at his dad in utter disrespect. "You will do as I say, or you will learn to live on your own. This matter is not up for debate!" His father shouted back. "And furthermore, if you have carry on with that dim witted, slutty ass actress at least have the decency to keep her on the down low. Just for the love of God, do not procreate with that idiot, I don't need any ugly red headed grandchildren running around here!" His father demanded shamelessly. "Other than that, I really don't care what you do with her!" He said in a disgusted tone. "However, you WILL marry Stella," I heard his father scream angrily at his defiant son, his face was no doubt becoming redder by the second.

“Who's the bride?“ I gruffed out. My breathing came fast like I was suffocating and as a matter of fact, I was. “Huh?“ Jason was slightly taken aback. “Who's the fucking bride?!“ I yelled out this time, hating the feel of the word 'bride' on my tongue. “If I'm gonna be getting married, I should as well know who the unlucky bitch is,“ “I – I got no clue, Ryder. It isn't stated here. I think it's all part of your Father's surprise parcel,“ “I hate Father's surprises,“ “Brace yourself, man, 'cause you're surely not gonna like this.” He gestured and I quickly turned to the wind-down window.

Master Andrew didn't notice her up until now but soon standing in front of him she finally gained his attention when he recognised her very familiar scent around him. His talk halted as master Andrew moved his eyes on his wife standing only 2 steps away from him with her head hung low in silent nervousness? His eyes didn't softened but surely calmed a bit. His head rose up a bit as master stared at his bride obviously welcoming her gorgeous presence. Breath taking. Moving his fingers up and down master gestured to erase else's presence from there while he kept busying himself still eyeing his bride in a whole manner. Obeying, both the man and the young server bowed to him before leaving the