Letter To Daughter On Wedding Day Novels & Stories

"I know it is not easy, daughter, but I have the hope that you will be happy next to Lorenzo, give him a chance, under that image of Capo and Don reckless there is a young man who needs love and attention, I know that in time you will be happy Mia carissima figlia." I looked at my father, and I could see in his eyes the sadness that reflected my face that lacked joy; for a moment, I remembered that this was not my father's fault but my stupid brother's, Dad was just trying to give me pleasure and encouragement for this day to be special and for him, I would try to pretend that it was. "I told him with a smile so fake that I would be a legitimate Oscar winner for best actress on my wedding da

If I had to choose between seeing him every day and once in a while, I’d choose every day because he was the best thing that had ever happened to me. If only my mother were here, she would have praised me for having someone like Zephyr as my mate. I missed her, and if not for Dane’s cruel judgment, she would have been here with me. Tears welled up in my eyes at the thought of her. ''Mum,” I placed a hand on my chest and sniffled, not wanting to ruin my makeup with tears, as Cassandra had spent much time on it. Instead, I smiled at my reflection. “I know you’re not here, and life took you away so fast, but I want you to know that your daughter is getting married and will be happy forever with

“Dad, your health isn’t good, and it’s not convenient for you to tend the wedding. I am now informing you up front as an expression of my respect for you.” “Dad rest and recover well. We will leave first.”

" Ciara said. "they chatted heartily that the property discussion and everything Maya filed became further away”. "She watched the road go past. Damien dropped them off and pulled them away . "Good evening, Father," she murmured, stopping a few paces away. "Ah, Maya. You’re back," he said. His voice wasn't a growl, It was calm, Level, Almost warm. Maya’s breath hitched in her throat. She stayed perfectly still. "My daughter is getting married tomorrow," he said softly, looking at her as if he were actually seeing her for the first time in years. He clasped his hands together. "It’s a big day, A very big day.”

I would never forget how long the conversation was that day on a small picnic by the lake. The blush on her cheeks and the glow in her eyes made me realize just how smitten my daughter was. “ I love him, Mom. ” I would never forget so soon how beautiful the words sounded when they echoed in the blue sky. And now? The same girl I had held as a baby and vowed to love and protect was now getting married to the love of her life. “ Babe. ” I couldn't control the tears that fell out of my eyes, as I stared at my daughter in the most beautiful dress I've seen.

I was actually kind of glad that Dad was including him; I wanted a photo of us, regardless of what happened when the contract was over. “Is everything all right?” I asked her after the photos. “I’m fine,” she replied curtly. I decided not to let it bother me. If she wanted to be in a weird funk about the wedding, then I couldn’t control that. During the reception, Dad stood up to make a welcome speech. “You know, the greatest hope a father has is that his daughters will find happiness,” he said to the tentful of guests. “There are a lot of jerks out there—I know, because Carly’s mother dated a few of them before finding me!”

There are only two days left of this separation I think to myself as my eyes close. The second day of preparing for the Shinto celebration of marriage goes much like the first. My father and I share no laughs this time. Just command and obey. We return home early in the evening. Through the doors I am informed that my first letter has arrived. I take it to my room to read it. Draco, Thank you for the jewelry it is beautiful. It will look great on our wedding day and will match our ceremonial white. I look forward to being your bride. I await to see what you will gift me next.

The words came out of his mouth, and I could not help but feel grateful. "This is not allowed!" The voice echoed from outside, making me look ahead. "Dad!" I exclaimed as I watched my father walk into my room. "Boy, you are not allowed to meet your bride at this time!" My father acted while moving his finger. "I couldn't stop picturing my bride in her wedding attire!" Julian teased me with his words, and I laughed. "My daughter is so beautiful that no one can take their eyes off her." My father stared at me from head to toe, a proud smile on his lips and an emotional expression in his eyes.

On the screen was my pre-wedding photo with George. “You, my daughter, are so beautiful,” he said proudly. “On your wedding day, you’re going to be the most stunning bride ever.” There was a lump in my throat, and I couldn’t say a single thing. Suddenly, he asked, “By the way, did you tell George about the pregnancy?” I pressed down the sting in my eyes and nodded gently. “I did. He was very happy.” My father let out a relieved sigh. Then he started giving me careful instructions on what I should eat, how much I should rest, and not to wear high heels for long periods.

“You think you should be thanking me for that? I was in the same place you were, Robert. I love you. With every breath I take, I love you even more.” His hold on me tightens. I know the future isn’t going to be without its ups and downs, but after everything we’ve been through, I’m pretty sure we’ll be able to handle it. Chapter 30 Epilogue Charlotte Sanguinite “Angie, this is not the time or place!” I scold my daughter as she uses my lipstick to draw what I can only call clown makeup on my beaming three-year-old son. “Your father already has us running late. I’ve never heard of a best man being late to his brother’s wedding.”