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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.

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?

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.”