Father Of The Bride Part Two Mga Nobela at Kwento

The proud dad witnessing the wedding of his only child. Had Mom not lost her life to cancer? She'd probably be here too. “My feet are shaky, father,” I whispered. “Please, don't let me fall.” He met my gaze. “Not a chance.” The moment I saw my groom, the knot in my stomach melted and was replaced by butterflies. We arrived under the arch and my father turned back. My heart pounded as I faced my groom. “I, Androa Morvanti, take you, Madeline Bennett, to be my lawfully wedded wife. To have and to hold until death do us part.”

everyone replied, raising their flutes of champagne and drinking from it. "It is now time; the moment has arrived for the Father and Daughter dance. Please join me in welcoming the bride and her father to the dance floor." The guests cheered as Dad walked up to me. "Let us dance, my sweet." he said as he stretched his hand to me. I dropped my champagne flute, took his hand and walked with him to the dance floor as Camilla Cabello's 'First Man' plays from the speakers. I placed my head on Dad's chest as he maneuvered us across the dance floor while the guests watched.

I just can’t be married to someone like him. “We apologize for this, it was our mistake, we were wrong for switching the bride, but it needed to be done,” Father said politely, and I rolled my eyes mentally. I didn’t think he could be this calm. “We need the reason why the bride was switched, this wasn’t the girl I had agreed for my son,” I knew it, definitely the Mother. “Karisa ran away before the wedding,” Father said humbly. Never seen him this humble in my life.

“Charmane Cordova, do you accept this man to be your husband, to be loved, to be understood, and not to be abandoned in the hardships or comforts of your marriage?” I swallowed and smiled so sweetly. “Yes, I do, Father…” I finally uttered. “And now, I announced you as husband and wife. Son, you may now kiss your bride.” I heard loud applause from around and they shouted "Kiss the bride." My heart skipped a beat the moment Brad stared at my eyes and smiled. “Finally, my favorite part. Now, I can kiss you. You’re now forever mine.” I shook my head and smiled. My husband is naughty. “Just smack, mister. Just save it for later,” I whispered.

No, this was definitely not part of this contract. At the end of the aisle my father hugged me, said “I ‘m proud of you” and then presented me to my groom. My father placed my hand in Brody's and smiled. As a couple, Brody and I stood in front of the priest. Before my father walked away, he patted Brody on the shoulder. That was his way of welcoming him into the family.

“Lucas?” “I was wondering when you’d notice,” Olivia replied beside me, her gaze on the people seated across the venue. The officiant cleared his throat. “Before the vows, Eric Gomez, the billionaire father of the bride, has an announcement to make.” My eyes watered as I noticed the sad smile tugging at his lips. I missed him so much. If Matilda hadn’t held me back, I would have run into his arms. My father stepped forward, holding a document in his hand. He cleared his throat and looked through the crowd as if expecting someone. I knew he wished for a miracle. And by heavens, I was glad I had been spared—not for anyone, but for my father.

"And the restaurant. I need to make sure it's covered in my absence — I built that business from nothing and I'm not going to just disappear and hope for the best. I need to put proper arrangements in place." My father nodded slowly. "Of course. How long?" "Two days. Maybe three." I picked up my notebook from the desk. "I'll come back and we'll schedule the ceremony for the first date that works for whatever ritual requirements need to be met." I looked at him. "You'll still be here." It wasn't quite a question. He understood that. "I'll be here," he said quietly. "I'll wait as long as you need." I nodded. And then I did something I hadn't planned to do and didn't fully understand while I wa

I offered him a smile and patted his cheek, "Dad, if you cry now how will you walk me down the aisle. I need you at a hundred percent in case I choose to kiss the floor instead of Silas." "I'm good, I'm good," he muttered, adjusting his black bow tie. My dad looked smart in his tux. The music began playing and I watched as Victor shifted into his slate-gray wolf that managed to match the white fairy lights decorating the area. The bridesmaids made their way down the aisle with their partners and as each couple made it down, I clung into my dad's hand tighter, the nerves finally setting in. "Don't be nervous, baby," Silas' sultry voice echoed in my mind and I visibly calmed, "This will all be

He added an indiscreet wink causing her cheeks to flush slightly, "Babysitting your son," She answered her father, adjusting her gown. He bobbed in head in short response and cleared his throat. The wedding song began and the doors to the entrance flew open, everyone's head turned simultaneously, watching how the bride and the groom's father walked in together, hand in hand, Her maternal grandfather was dead so they had to call in Chandler's father to stand in his stead. If she thought that Aunt Christy looked magnificent before, now with her complete look, with the veil and her little tiara, she was ethereal.

Vida had been sure that she would not feel nervous, but here she was, sweating on her palms. The wedding that her friend had planned for her was finally taking shape, and she was grateful for her at least. Maria came into the bride's room, and from the mirror, Vida saw her but immediately diverted her eyes. She was still angry about what she had found out by chance. Who knows what could have gone on between her and her father when she was away? How many more secrets did her father hold from her?