Novel & Cerita Letter To Daughter On Wedding Day

“You’re as pretty as your mother.” Seeing the smile of my father bent every void on my chest for the meantime. Even though it feels like an obligation his smile was enough to feel a little reward. All of a sudden a sharp clear voice from the microphone echoed. Signalling the start of the wedding. “We’ll wait for you at the reception.” My father gave me a hug. I took this opportunity to whisper something to him. “Thank you dad. I’m always gonna be your little girl.” Right away, I was slowly squeezed by his warm hug. I’m always thankful for having a parent like him. This time I was the one to shed a tear.

“There's a reason they make waterproof mascara.” The envelope is wrinkled and there's a small tear in the corner, but my name is on the front in my mother's hand. I trace the letters, imagining her writing it and smiling. I open it. Dearest Ava, I wish I could be there today to cry at your wedding. Instead, I will be watching you from above and loving you with all my heart. I love you so much and I'm so incredibly proud to have called you mine. Love you more than words

“I guess now is as good a time as any to have a little talk with you.” “Dad, if you’re going to make me cry, please let’s save it until after the wedding.” “You’re my little girl and you always will be. No matter how old you are, you’ll always be my angel. Today, I’ll be giving you away to your husband and as much as I like Alex, it’s still hard. Your mother brought light into my dark world and, the day you were born, you made it brighter. I want you to know that.”

I feel like a little girl for a moment, cradled and safe with my father. “Your mother asked me to give this to you on your wedding day,” Dad says, slowly releasing me. A tear trickles down his cheek and I know I'm about to start bawling at any moment. He reaches into his suit jacket pocket and pulls out an envelope. “She made me promise.” My hands tremble and it's taking everything I have not to cry. Charlotte hands me a tissue. “It's okay,” she whispers. “There's a reason they make waterproof mascara.”

“Payment for the venue will be arranged soon, and the event planner will begin preparations. Your grand wedding is set for next week. Make sure you and Alessandra are ready. After the wedding, we’ll have a family dinner where I can properly welcome my daughter-in-law.” As my father speaks, I feel a renewed sense of excitement and anticipation for the future. The grand wedding will be a celebration not just of our union but also of the new chapter in our lives. I am grateful for the support and understanding of my family and look forward to sharing this joyous occasion with them.

He never refused to answer my questions or made me feel like my only future was a marriage he would arrange. He had planned a perfect day for me—spa appointments, a day of luxury and pampering, and gifts waiting at home. The note he left me is now something I’ll cherish forever. This morning, it was just a birthday note. Now it’s the last note I’ll ever have from him. I remember it by heart, even now, even with everything tormenting me. To my dear daughter, Even though you are all grown up, you will always be my little treasure, just as you have been since the day you were born. I look forward to many more years of seeing you grow into the talented, intelligent, and beautiful woman you are b

“You are my daughter, Adele. Because of that, I know you better than anyone. So trust me when I say, that you will make a fantastic wife and an even better mother. And I will also be there for you, no matter what, okay?” I nodded my head as I ducked my head down, working to hold back the tears. I didn’t want to waste all the hard work we’d already done on my face for the day, and it wasn’t even done. I was getting married tomorrow after all. I had to be happier.

He asked and I nodded. “Every fear about marriage is gone so why can't I give myself a little bit of happiness,” I said with a smile on my face. “Oh sweet heart,” he kissed me deeply on the lips. “When I marry you. It won't be a little bit of happiness. It will be a lifetime of happiness.” We hugged each other tightly with our daughter between us. Ready to start our new journey. A week later, a letter arrived. An actual letter. I recognized the handwriting immediately. It was from Monica.

My father entered. “Get ready. It’s time,” he said coldly. Most fathers would compliment their daughter on her wedding day. Mine didn’t. I sighed, clutching the bouquet as the maids lowered the veil over my face. At the chapel doors, my father gripped my hand tightly too tightly digging into my skin. “Don’t mess up,” he whispered harshly. I nodded, stiffly.

She covers her mouth with her hand and rushed to her room. "I am sorry for keeping you guys waiting" he smiles and sat down. "It is fine. You are a good-looking young man and the best man for my daughter. I will love you to come to Henrietta's party. I know she hasn't told you because we haven't fixed a date yet. She will inform you about the date. I will love to retire to my room" She stood up. He pecked her daughter on her cheek before leaving. "I told you my dad will love you. My family loves you so do I. I can't wait to walk down the aisle with you and receive the priest's blessings" She kissed his lips.