Letter To Daughter On Wedding Day Novels & Stories

The last few lines Dad had written were even more crooked than the beginning, the strokes trembling so badly that they were barely legible. "On your wedding day, I didn't smile. It wasn't because I wasn't happy. I was just afraid that if I smiled, I'd burst into tears in front of all those people. If you're living a good life, you don't need to come back and visit me. I know you're busy." The ink on the final words had bled into a massive blur. "I miss you." Just then, my phone buzzed in my pocket. It was Mason calling. I declined the call.

It didn’t fit in my hands. It was small but not big enough to be set as one from the encyclopedia. The first letter was dated at the time Mother would have met Father. Opening it, I read, ‘To Barone's daughter Lizabeth, Your ignorance of my state would serve your agony for the desires I will not give you; I don't particularly appreciate that my marriage is to the one who is not fated to my wolf. I have yet to have him, as have you, but keep your distance.

Greg gets ushered inside as my dad steps forward to open the car door for me. “You look so beautiful, Princess. I can’t believe my baby girl is getting married today.” “Thanks, Dad,” I hug him before he starts crying. “But remember, I will always be your baby girl, married or not.” “That’s my girl. You have no idea how proud I am of you. You have become headstrong and determined. This may not be how I expected your wedding day to be, but as long as you are happy, I am happy too.” He wipes a tear that has slid down my cheek, hearing the words I never thought I would hear to come out of my father’s mouth. “Now let’s get you married, shall we?” Dad offers me his arm as I nod and we walk into th

The seal was delicate, easily broken with a flick of my thumb. As I unfolded the letter, my breath hitched. The handwriting was hers, elegant, familiar. It was addressed to me. My hands trembled slightly as I began to read the letter, the ink flowing across the page in my mother’s graceful script. It wasn’t just any letter—it was a speech, written for my upcoming wedding. *"To my dearest child,"* it began. *"I’ve watched you grow from the tiny bundle in my arms to the strong, compassionate soul you are today. Now, as you prepare to take the next step into a new life with your mate, I want to share a few words that I hope will stay with you on this journey."*

“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."

How come Ethan has a letter to me from my father? “Dear My Lisa…” I began reading out loud. ‘If you are reading this then your mother and I are probably long gone from this world. Your mother and I decided to write you this letter so that we can congratulate you on one of the most important days of your life, your wedding day. We wish with all our hearts that you will be smiling as a happy bride on this memorable day while standing proudly next to the love of your life. Although we may not be with you, we hope that you know that your mother and father love you so very much.

"But I loved her. I'll always love her. And loving someone means forgiving them, even when it's hard." I leaned against his shoulder, the way I had when I was small. "She loved you too. She wrote about you. About how you made her laugh, how you held her when she was scared, how you never gave up on her even when she'd given up on herself." A tear slid down his cheek. "She said that?" "In the letter for my wedding day. She said she wished she could be there. We sat together as the sun sank lower, father and daughter, bound by love and loss and the complicated woman who'd connected us.

He then looked at me and was surprised without understanding anything, we left the airport and there was still time for me to have a serious talk with Ronan. "Daughter, are you sure you are going to do this, don't you want me to deliver the letter?" "No, dad, I need to tell you in person and the least I should do after giving up the wedding with only 1 day left!" " I'm not going in and better to be alone, I'll wait for you here." "Thanks, Dad!"

Dad climbed the stage and Naivy reached out to him to speak. “ It's my great plea to stand before you on this occasion of my daughter's wedding,I never expected that this would happen so fast but I just want to take a moment to savor this experiment because chances are are, I'm never going to have another opportunity like this again.” Dad looked at me before he could continue what he had to say but I immediately burst into tears and tightened the grip on Hector's hand.

My hands were trembling as I pushed the food around on my plate, but I knew there was no backing out now. “You know what, the venue is really good. One thing, Kylie, you should go to the designer tomorrow so that you can chose the gown that you will be wearing to your big day,” dad said with fully smile on his face like it was a dream for him to see his daughter walk on the isle and marry the man that will give her life. But sadly, because those smiles are for his goal, and that goal which is the collaboration of Valdez and Robert’s business. "I have something to say," I said, my voice wavering slightly. All eyes turned toward me, and the room grew eerily quiet. My father raised an eyebrow,