Father Of The Bride Part Two 소설 & 이야기

I'm free- "Let's continue father" Wait, what? "Continue?" The priest asks, confusion marring his wrinkly features. "Yes. This wedding will continue. The only difference is that now I'm the groom" "Where's your bride?" I blurt out without thinking. Romeo's death means I don't have to get married. Right? "You of course. Do you see anyone else dressed as a bride in this church? And don't even think about it, Vito. They're all neutralized" he says talking to my father but not looking back to where he is.

My father’s speech wraps up a waiter comes to take my plate and deliver a glass of champagne to Daniel and sparkling cider to me. “To my daughter, the beautiful Fay,” my father says, looking at me adoringly as he raises his glass in my direction – Fucking snake, is all I can think. Because I know, now, precisely what he did to Kent. “And to Daniel, her perfect match!” Around the room, everyone raises their glasses into the air. Daniel and I, smiling, follow suit. “Together they unite two old Sicilian families in a new era of commerce and joy! To the bride and groom!”

"No honey, please, that is not the case. I was not familiar with her at all, and I did not sleep—" Because Loisa's hand flew up and hit him in the face, he was unable to finish what he was trying to say. "Put an end to this shambles, Gavin! Make it right! I have never before experienced the feeling of being embarrassed until today!” It was his father who spoke. "I don't think your son would be able to fix it, and there's really nothing to fix anyway because we're leaving right now," the bride’s father said, furiously He walked in and nodded at his wife and daughter before assisting them with leaving the event hall.

and like that, she sauntered out of the room again leaving the devastated Audrey to herself. She wished this was a dream and she would wake up from it soon. This was a conspiracy to her and she didn’t want to be a part of it, the groom was sure to know that she was not his bride. The stunt everyone was pulling was bound to backfire. Another knock on the door claimed her attention again and this time it was her father who entered. He looked superb in his black tux and gray hair while the smile on his lips would not go away. His daughter was getting married after all.

He went on to charm the crowd with his recollection of the beautiful moments (and the stupid ones) from Chris’s love-struck journey, his journey from unrequited love to soul stirring fulfillment. After Adrian, it was Matthias’s turn; although he wasn’t father of the bride, he was no less than a father to her, he was also her eldest uncle. Anderson too would have liked to claim the right to toast as the father of the bride, but how could he arm wrestle his older brother? All he could do was feign magnanimity and let his older brother do the honors, which attracted stifled laughs from the Burke brothers, but the older generation collectively ignored them.

He was supposed to be on stage right now as a groomsman, but that spot now belonged to Theo, who stood there wearing Owen's boutonniere and smiling into the cameras. The emcee turned to the next page of the script. "And now, let's welcome the bride to the stage. Today, Ms. Sadie Reed will step into a new chapter of her life, surrounded by all of her most important family and friends." Important family and friends? The irony wasn't lost on me. My father was sitting by the kitchen doors. My brother had been pushed to the back of the crowd. The hope chest Dad brought for me was sitting in the storage area next to a pile of junk, its clasp already broken.

I’m sure they know what we are discussing. As I continue down the aisle, I don’t even see the other people around me. It is just Tyson and me. When we get to the front, Stanley kisses my cheek and sits in his spot of honor as the father of the bride. I know neither Stanly or Patty are my actual parents, but they have been there for me like no one else ever has in my life, so it just made sense to honor them for all that they have done for me and Maddie through the years.

And sure enough, the moment we walk into the living room, his father is there, sitting like he’s been waiting, one leg crossed over the other, a half-empty glass of whiskey in his hand. He doesn’t even look at me. His eyes go straight to Alessandro. “Well,” he starts, voice low and cutting, “that was... unconventional.” Alessandro doesn’t respond. His father rises slowly from the chair, straightening his jacket like he’s preparing for battle. “What the hell was that today?” he snaps. “A blue dress? Media speculating about drama before the vows are even done? Your bride looks like she stepped off a fashion runway instead of walking down the aisle. Is this what I’ve raised you for?”

A knock broke through my spiraling thoughts. My heart leapt. For a second, I imagined Ethan standing there, breathless and apologetic, ready to explain everything. But it wasn’t him. Richard Westwood, his father, walked in instead. My chest sank. The father of the groom. The billionaire who built the Westwood empire. A man whose smiles always came with an agenda. “Emily,” he said, voice clipped. “We have a situation.” I blinked at him. “What kind of situation?” He hesitated. Richard Westwood never hesitated. That was my first warning.

“I’m your father. You’re coming home with me!” “Shawn!” I rushed forward and grabbed his arm. “You’re scaring her! Give her back to me—” “That’s enough!” he cut me off. His voice was filled with disgust. “Tiana, five years ago, you abandoned me over a wedding dress, and now, you’re bringing a child here to ruin my life again?” A wave of murmurs rose around us. “Oh my God, this woman has no shame…” "She brought a kid to pester her ex-boyfriend?”