Romans & histoires The Daughter Of The Bride

Stephano drew in a breath staring at his bride walking towards him while holding her father's arms. Her face was covered by the veil she had on her hair. Mr Foyer smiled taking pride in finally walking his only daughter down the aisle. It was a long dream of his that came true today. He looked up and could already imagine Lilian smiling down all the way from heaven. One look at Rose and he knew his daughter was in safe hands for the rest of her life.

Their little alliance would crumble before it even had the chance to take form. He was so deep in thought that he didn’t immediately notice Arianna being escorted up to the stage. Her father stood proudly beside her, placing a hand on her shoulder as he officially announced her as his first daughter. The crowd applauded; cameras flashed; murmurs of admiration rippled through the room. “…and please, extend your blessings to her,” her father was saying proudly.

The cheering is deafening. I stare at the blood dripping from my palm and feel the world crack open beneath my feet. Bride. Not honored guest. Not court presentation. Bride. They have dressed me for a funeral and called it a wedding. Father steps forward, face carved from stone. “My daughter,” he declares, voice ringing, “volunteers herself to the sacred duty. House Wynne is honored beyond measure.” Seraphine curtsies, eyes shining with tears that never quite fall. Mother presses a handkerchief to her lips.

she replied. A few minutes later, the groom came in with half a dozen or so groomsmen and stood with the priest. A few minutes after that, the procession music started and the bride entered. She was a pretty brunette and she looked beautiful, escorted by her father who was a retired Marine, dressed in his full dress uniform. "Your cousin is a brave man," Kara said, "marrying the daughter of a Marine." Kelly nodded with a giggle.

But I didn’t get any further than midway into my first drink, until someone tapped me on my shoulder. “I think it’s a tradition that the father-in-law asks the bride for a dance.” No matter how foul my mood was, the voice managed to lure a smile from me. And when I turned, I saw Annychewing on the corner of her lip, just like she always did when she felt a bit embarrassed.

“ You are?” “ I am Mrs. Nostre. This is my husband…” “ I never asked about your husband. Secondly, I have not heard your family name before. How are you related to the couple?” He asked with a straight face. She chuckled, while her husband tried to stay as serious as possible. “ Well, if you must know, the bride is our daughter. One of our twins, and as her mother, I wouldn't like her to meet such an eyesore on her day.”

She turned back to him and saw a sight that nearly broke her. Adrian was hugging another woman. It was a very intimate hug. Adrian didn't pull away; instead, he laughed, hugging her back with a warmth Tracy hadn't seen him give anyone else. They detached, both smiling widely, talking with an intimacy that made Tracy’s stomach do an uncomfortable flip. The young woman was breathtaking, perfectly styled hair, a pointed nose, and eyes that sparkled like diamonds. Tracy guessed who she was. This must be the daughter from London. Then, the girl leaned in and planted a lingering peck on Adrian's cheek.

And he also knew the chief had a daughter. "Your daughter, she was supposed to be the demon's bride," Fyn stated matter-of-factly. "Sir, it is supposed to be her. A man as a bride doesn't even make any sense. After all the lives that we had lost because of this, now is not the right time to become unfair."