Novel & Cerita The Daughter Of The Bride

"Our sons rule by strength. Your daughter will temper that strength with grace. They'll balance each other." My father raised a glass. "Matteo and Sera. It's a perfect match." "They'll be wed when the time is right." I felt the breath whoosh out of my lungs. Killian turned to look at me slowly, his eyes wide. "What the hell—?"

There was only a single, faded photograph. I picked it up. It was a picture of a younger Damien, probably in his late teens. He had his arm around a middle-aged man with a kind, weary smile. The man had Damien’s eyes. His father. They were standing in front of a small, run-down auto shop. *Sterling & Son.* On the back, in a looping, feminine handwriting, was an inscription. *For Robert, who believed we could build anything. All my love, Grace.* Robert. Grace.

All the invited guests greeted him with a standing ovation. It didn't take long for the bride to arrive in front of the cathedral on time. Then, she got off the sedan that Diana helped enter the cathedral, approached her father already waiting outside the hall. On the initiative, Diana entered the hall alone accompanying her lover sitting alone from earlier. Now is the time for the bride to show her charm in front of all invited guests. The father reached out to his daughter with a happy smile. "It's about time father handed you over to him." “Father…”

She is fully intending to make me suffer until I can get her into bed. Oh, yes, we are going to get along splendidly. My long strides quickly eliminate the distance separating us. Taking her hand, I hold her gaze as I press my lips to her gloved knuckles. “I very much approve of this dress”. She blinks slowly as a corner of her luscious mouth lifts. “I had a feeling you might”. “Step aside, boy”. My father says, shoving on my shoulder. “You're not supposed to be this close to the bride until you are exchanging your vows”. He offers her his arm. “My son is a savage. Allow me to escort you to the parlor”.

I'm shocked to see none other than Mathilda Madison and her fiance, Clark Steele walking arm and arm. Whoever this bride is must be special. A celebrity from LA no doubt. A hush goes over the crowd as the music changes. A handsome older gentleman, a good decade or two younger than my dad, but still too old for me, smiles as he holds the arm of his daughter. I don't recognize her, but she's glowing in her flowing white gown and oversized pearl jewelry. She's beautiful. Not because of her auburn hair or her alabaster skin, but because she is so fully in love and so surrounded by it. Even her father gazes at her like she is a treasure.

She raised her hand to knock but paused a while listening to the loud conversation from inside. “Is Sean here yet?” “No, lady Sophie.” The young lady whined and screamed frustrated, “Make my hair again, I'm sure he's coming.” The young lady, Sophie, is the daughter of Minister Logan, a powerful and influential figure. Sophie is deeply infatuated with Sean and believes he is the perfect match for her. She is determined to make him hers, regardless of his feelings. “I will dress so beautiful that he won't be able to take his eyes off me.” She muttered to herself, her smile wide and bright.

The grand hall was plunged into silence when the double doors creaked open. Heads turned and eyes widened as the bride sauntered into the room, gracing the guests with her angelic presence. She was like a maestro conducting an orchestra, her movements precise and confident, as she walked down the aisle. “Isn’t Freya just so beautiful?” Luna Rosella shared a smile with Melissa. “She is indeed,” Melissa smiled, her eyes crinkling at the corners as she watched her daughter.

he said. As the last notes of the wedding march faded away, a hush fell over the crowd, and all eyes turned to the back of the aisle, where the bride's father, beaming with pride, stood waiting, his arm extended, ready to escort his daughter down the aisle, and as the doors swung open, a collective gasp of admiration rippled through the assembly, as the bride emerged, a vision in white, her beauty radiant, her smile luminous. Electra knows she needs to put a pretentious smile on her face to avoid suspicions _ but deep down inside her heart, she wish this day never came.

Though he sat down there quietly, his silence seemed to put everyone on the edge as they silently prayed for the bride to arrive. Finally, the gorgeous bride came down the majestic stairs, arms hooked on her father's arm and a little smile on her lips while her eyes told a different story. At the sight of Jane, everyone gasped, if they didn't know that the Brookes family’s first daughter was such a spectacular beauty if Jane always kept a low profile. All eyes were on her as she walked past them to the altar. Jane’s father immediately gave her hand to Justin before turning to stand next to his wife and biological daughter. Mia stood behind Jane as she was the ring bearer for them both.

She said faintly as she slowly began to drift into insentient. "My father will save me," She said faintly once again before she finally passed out. Leaving her awake will cause me problems because I know there is no way she is going to stay tied up without trying to run. She is Damon's daughter and I'm very certain she is as dangerous and cunning as her father. "Dimitri!" I called, I sat down on the chair and crossed my legs as I stared at my bride. "Yes, Don!" Dimitri said while running in. "How does my bride look?" I asked, he looked very confused for a while.