Father Of The Bride Part Two Novels & Stories

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.

He pressed his lips together and I felt goosebumps across my skin. “I’m the luckiest man to be here a second time” He muttered and I let my gaze linger. It felt like a full circle moment just then. “Second time’s the charm?” I shrugged and a scuffle escaped his lips. He nodded. “Second time’s the charm” His hands slipped into mine, holding it in a soft grip as both our eyes met my Father. It was an honor to have him officiate the wedding. That moment, I caught Denver throwing a look back at his brother who nodded.

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.

She nodded grimly,making the feathers in her hat wave as though caught in a strong breeze. After instructing her husband to stay where he was,she purposefully invaded the vestry and demanded to know what was going on. The distraught father of the bride was already there,having crept in through a side door as bearer of the alarming tidings. He was being revived with a small glass of altar wine. The appearance of Mrs Genovese,the bridegroom's mother,threw him into panic. "What's the meaning of this,Mr Tate?!" she queried "She's not well" replied Mr Tate out of panic

He was an accomplished man in his own right. 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.

He stepped in as all the staff moved away so that the father and daughter could have their moment. Inaya gave him a flat look. “Daddy, it is not my first rodeo, remember? This is just a - I don’t know - a replica of the real ceremony. No need to get all emotional when your daughter is getting married to the man she already married two years ago.” She said as she watched her father dab his eyes with a tissue. “Only the most fortunate of men get to see such beautiful moments twice.” He croaked out.

"You've always had a thing for Holly from the Smiths, right? If not her, there's the Gibsons and the Stewarts! "You grew up with those girls, you know them through and through, but Larissa… She's just a maid's kid..." I could not help but smile, leaned in close, and whispered something that made them go stone-still. Marvin's voice trembled as he asked, "You're telling the truth?" I nodded, hard. My parents looked at each other, a wave of relief washing over them. "Alright, then. We'll have the family host your wedding in three days."