Letter To Daughter On Wedding Day Novels & Stories

That's what Drake said… "Hey there, daughter in law, how are you feeling this morning?" "I feel Terrific, ma'am, tomorrow is my wedding." I get to the breakfast table and hug my kind mother in law. I know I am in really good hands. "Father in law, seriously, I have told you to stop reading the newspapers at the table. It can ruin your appetite." I say as I sit on my chair beside him. He grins and then hands over the papers. "Just because my daughter in law says so. You know, you remind me so much of my wife. We couldn't stay away from each other the night before our wedding so do you know what we did? It's a little secret, we met and had a foreplay before the wedding."

I couldn't be any more confused. "Here, read this," dad handed me a letter. __"Dear, mom and dad. Chase and I decided to get married so we are on our way to Boston. I am sorry for making this sudden decision but I'll explain everything when we get back."___Love Meg. Oh, you got to be shitting me!

My father opened a bottle of champagne he had been saving for twenty years. We planned a small wedding. Just family and close friends. Nothing like the elaborate affair David and I had staged. This would be real and intimate. It would be about love instead of performance. Theo would walk me down the aisle. Tehilla and Maya would be flower girls. My father would officiate because he had gotten ordained online specifically for this purpose. "I missed your first wedding," he said when I asked him. "I'm not missing this one." Two weeks before the wedding, I got a letter from David.

**[August 15, 2025]** "Today Julian called me 'Dad.' I was so happy I had a couple extra drinks. The kid had a tough start, but he's got grit. He's a good man. I feel safe handing Elara over to him. On their wedding day, I have to personally place my daughter's hand in his and tell him: I don't ask for riches, I only ask that he never fails the apple of my eye." **[November 1, 2025]**

I attempted to go to David, but my mom’s expression signaled me to go to my husband instead, to prevent making things worse. I helped my dad in calming Richard. “Richard, please stop. It’s our wedding day. Don’t spoil it. David is just an old friend with no hidden agenda. Please trust me. Let’s head out now. We’ll take the flight as you wanted.” “Listen to your wife, son,” my dad said in fatherly support. “Today is your wedding day. The happiest day in anyone’s life. Don’t ruin it like this. Get yourself together and go enjoy your first ever night together as a couple.”

I rested my head on my dad’s chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart as we swayed gently to the music. “You’ve made me so proud, Ella,” he whispered. “Seeing you so—” “Dad, you’re being all mushy again,” I teased, poking him. My dad, usually the perfect picture of stoicism, smirked down at me. “I’m allowed to be. It’s my daughter’s wedding day.” I let out a soft sigh of contentment and let him continue. “I’m sorry. Go on, dad.” He took a deep breath. “It’s just that, well… Seeing you so happy with Logan... it’s all a father could ever wish for. I know I wasn’t the most supportive at first, so I just wanted to say that.”

And it drags Norman’s words back into my mind, echoing just as clearly as they had the day he came to my place. She will come around. She’s my daughter, and I know her. It takes her wedding for her to remember me. To remember us. To remember our bond. But the other part of the letter scares me just as much as the first part excites me. There’s no mention of forgiveness. No apology. No anger either. Just an invitation, formal, careful, asking her best friend to stand beside her on her wedding day. And then there’s that line. We need to talk. It’s important.

She was holding a bouquet of white roses and she immediately handed it to me when I approached them. I hugged her and said thanks, and in return she hugged me back. I could sense that she was trying her hardest to hold back her tears. Mothers always get emotional on their daughter's wedding day and my mother was no exception. "Andrea, you are so beautiful. Lorde is such a very lucky man, " she told me as we looked eye to eye. "Mom, thank you, " I answered, squeezing her hand. Uncle Marlowe cleared his throat and held up what looked like a letter in between us. I gave them a confused look and drew my attention on the letter.

"Today is Emma and I's wedding ceremony, why are you trying to steal the limelight? Do you want to hold the ceremony with me on behalf of Emma? I tell you it's impossible! It can only be done in a year!" "I advise you to take off these fancy things and put on the cloak, otherwise what will others think?" I looked at his condescending look and just found it funny: "Jonah, are you so self-indulgent? When did I ever say I would marry you today?" Jonah looked down on my words and showed his sharp canine teeth. "Don't be stubborn, Harper. You’ve been in love with me for so many years?" "You are speaking angrily now but be careful not to lose face later."

As soon as the door closed, I sat by the edge of the bed, opening up the letter, and as I read through, for that moment, it was almost like I could hear her voice. "My Dear Mia, If you're reading this, then I assume you are seconds away from walking down the aisle. I wrote this letter for your father to give you on your special day, only because I know I won't be able to. And I want nothing more in this world than to be right there when you say yes to that lucky man, whoever he is. Nothing more than to have watched you grow into the amazing, fierce woman I always knew you'd become. I'd give anything you know, anything to be able to fight this.