Novel & Cerita Father Of The Bride Part Two

My young mistress's betrothed was dying, and she ordered me to marry him in her place to turn his luck. People believed the joy of a wedding could drive out sickness and misfortune, and that a dying man might be pulled back from the grave by it. "The royal physicians all say Lord Blackwell won't live past seven days! Why should I marry him only to be buried at his side? "He's never even seen me. You can marry him instead. "You're nothing but a lowborn maid. Being allowed to marry the regent is the luck of a lifetime." Before I could react, the glowing words appeared before my eyes again. [Celeste is such an idiot. What does she mean, he won't live past seven days? Lord Blackwell has the

“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."

, He sneered, looking at me while I just rolled my eyes. “Respect is commanded, not demanded, Mr…”, I stopped speaking, realizing I didn’t know his name. “Alexander Black, your fiance’s father.”, He said and signaled others to be seated. “Hello Father.”, There came a greeting from my fiance for his dad. Alex just nodded but his eyes were still on me. “So, everyone, I would like to introduce you to my second bride and my queen.”, Cade added. A heard a few gasps from the spirits sitting over there.

“Then you know how it feels when you call me Dad.” Heather poked her head around the corner. “I hate interrupting this special dad-daughter moment, but the justice of the peace is ready, and Luc is going to burst out of his skin. Reed gave me the signal. We need to get going, or Luc’s coming in here and carrying you down the aisle.” She sighed in exasperation. “As amusing as that would be, can we have a family wedding without some drama, please? Mom would probably like that.” We laughed and took our places. My dad looked at me. “Ready?” “So ready.”

Lucille happily commended. "Thank you, mother, I can't believe it's finally happening." Rebecca said as she exhaled heavily. “Well, you better believe it, and let's get started before Tyler thinks you've changed your mind." Lucille cracked a joke, and they both laughed. *** As the double doors opened, everyone's gaze was drawn to the exit in anticipation of the bride. By everyone, I mean the groom, the officiant, who would be Fredrick, and Lucille, who had left, allowing Vincent to bring Rebecca in as a father figure. Tyler had reserved a tiny chapel in the middle of town, and because they didn't know any human priests, Fredrick offered to be their officiant.

And just like a rehearsed pageantry, she strode down the red carpet, a smile carved on her lips as she walked towards him, confident, calm and cruel. Gasps erupted. Phones lifted. Someone whispered, “Is this a stunt?” My mother stood in shock. My father looked down, ashamed. Reaching out, Clarissa took Liam's hand. “You have always wanted to get a dramatic entrance” she said, barely audible but loud enough for me to hear. In a split second, Liam grabbed her into his arms and kissed her. On the altar. In my dress. On the day that was supposed to belong to me. The crowd didn’t know what to do. Applaud? Mourn? Some clapped awkwardly. Others recorded. A few turned to look at me, unsure whether t

Not something to be discriminated or judged for. “Come.” Father Able said now. “There’s much to be talked about. A wedding doesn’t happen without preparations.” * * “Thank you, Father Able,” I shook hands with the kind man who had helped me through the entire process of the wedding. The entire crew of professionals that had been hired to take care of the decorations and the catering and everything else in between were some of the nicest staff that I had ever worked with and I was grateful that Father Able had introduced me to such wonderful people.

Taylor said, “Your compliment means the world to me.” After the entertainment, it was time for a speech from Freya’s side. Her father stepped up on stage, greeting, “Good evening, everyone. I’m Adrian King—father of the bride, and former president of the ‘Fathers For the Strategic Acquisition of Sons-in-Law’ Association.” Freya, “...” “Pfft.” For the first time that day, Kenneth chuckled. Even Freya’s inner thoughts were laughing so hard.

For a long time, the room was empty, and I moved the image forward, but when my father appeared in the image, I slowed it down and listened. He sits and reads for long moments, but when he picks up the phone, everything changes. - My dear, was something wrong? Ummmm, when is the funeral? The day after tomorrow at 10 am? Pick me up at the office tomorrow at 4. Let's go together. Yes, we spent the night in a hotel. 2 bedrooms? – he laughs – My dear, we are going to get married. Bring 10 men to be sure. Sarah! Whose funeral? And where? Fuck, I have to go. He wants to sleep with Sarah.

Uncle Faartz squeezed my right forearm and discreetly mouthed 'Shotgun License' to me before walking to seat in the second row on the left side of the altar beside his wife -Aunt Monica- I cracked a smile at her and she grinned, waving her hand. My gaze landed on the spot beside my mum -where the father of the bride is supposed to sit- the spot was strategically decorated with white roses in respect of my late dad and I remembered telling my mum to give Uncle Faartz a white rose to pin to his tuxedo jacket. I felt my eyes sting. Even though it was a temporary wedding, I knew my dad would have been so proud.