Father Of The Bride Part Two นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I replied still very much confused at where all these was heading to. "Jade and Melinda, these two prestigious guests of ours are Mr Luca Greco and Mrs Gabriela Greco. They are very respected and powerful people in the society" Father announced to me. "Oh. It is a pleasure meeting you both" I gave a slight bow. "The pleasure is all ours. You are so polite. You will definitely make a wonderful bride for Luciano" Mrs Gabriela smiled. At that moment my jaws dropped and it felt like the entire air had been sucked out of my body. They had been talking about my marraige all along!

Guests filled the pews, dressed in silks and diamonds, murmuring praises, trading business cards, congratulating themselves more than the bride and groom. Damien stood at the altar, a flawless picture in a black tuxedo, his expression unreadable. As I walked down the aisle, arm in arm with my father, I kept my face frozen, my steps measured. Each click of my heel echoed like a death toll. My father’s grip was iron around my arm, his chin high, proud. We were closing a deal, a multi-billion-dollar union. A future shaped in boardrooms and sealed with my signature on a marriage certificate.

Because as a father, he just wants his son's marriage to run smoothly without having to bother thinking about the media and journalists who are sometimes annoying just to get the latest news. Now, the second son of Jeffri Duttlof and Isabella Duttlof is standing in front of the altar, in front of the priest who is very ready to marry back the child of someone so famous and influential in the world. The second son of Jeffri and Isabella was so handsome, handsome with the black tuxedo he wore and the tie.

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.