Filed To Story: Finding the Secret Daddy for My Baby Novel
Most of the guests had arrived, taking up all the villas on the island. In the villa where the Presgraves stayed, Anastasia picked her sleeping daughter up.
Willow had a habit of sleeping in. She wouldn’t sleep at night, that was why. However, this wedding was important, and Anastasia would not let her daughter be tardy.
Willow’s cheeks were chubby and soft, and her eyelashes were long and curly. Her lips were puffed up, and her skin was gleaming. Her hair was black and thick but was unkempt from sleep.
Anastasia changed her into the pinkish-purple tutu and paired that up with a white shirt. She looked adorable, but the girl was still not awake. She was still lying on the couch while her mother did her hair. Eventually, Anastasia took her out of the room and gave her to Elliot. Once she was in the embrace of her father, the girl slept even better.
Elliot couldn’t resist kissing his daughter’s cheek. Ever since Willow was born, he had changed a lot. He spoiled his daughter to no end, and she became the most important thing in his life. She was like a modern princess, loved by her whole family, and even her brother spoiled her as well. Her brother had never raised his voice around her or bullied her. In fact, she was the one who would play tricks on him now and then.
“It’s almost 9.00AM. We need to go. Don’t want to be late.” Anastasia emerged from her room, wearing a dark blue dress for the wedding. She looked elegant and almost royal.
Elliot didn’t want to miss the wedding, either. He held up his daughter and emerged from the villa with his wife. Then, they got into a car and went to the church.
Jessie had arrived at the church. She got out of the car and saw Julian talking beside the grassy plains. He was wearing a bowtie, looking handsome in it. He landed on the island late at night the night before, so she didn’t have the chance to meet him until now. Now that she finally saw him, it filled her with delight.
She approached him. “I’ll be in the waiting room with Queenie.”
He nodded in acknowledgment. “Sure. Come back when you’re done.”
Jessie then took Queenie to the waiting room. The Mansons were there as well, and Jessie’s mother was present too. Alright, I guess I can slack off a little. The wedding starts at 9.30AM. I have half an hour to spare. With that thought in mind, she descended the stairs and saw Julian waiting for her beside the grassy plain. Her dress billowed in the wind, and the sea breeze danced with her hair.
Julian thought she looked just like a fairy who descended from her home in the skies.
They strolled down the path of the garden. The groups of guests were having fun in the distance, and roses bloomed on both sides of the path, celebrating the wedding that was to come and the love that was blooming. The couple said nothing, but they could feel romance hanging around them.
Jessie spaced out and found her heels stuck in the cracks of the rock path. She gasped as she lost her balance, and Julian pulled her into his embrace. She put her hands on his shoulders, her breathing labored. Then, their eyes met.
The love between them was almost palpable. There was no exchange between them—none was needed, as all was understood. “After the wedding is over and after our show wraps up, let’s also hold a wedding like this, alright?” Julian spoke of the wish he had.
Surprise glinted in Jessie’s eyes. She wanted to have the kind of wedding her sister had as well, and now he was willing to give her just that. “Sure.” She nodded, anticipation filling her eyes.
He looked at the time and pulled her up. “We should go now. Don’t wanna be late.” Oh, right. Almost forgot. Her cheeks blushed. She held his hand and trotted all the way to the side door of the church.
Julian let her pull him along to the church. It feels like we’re running toward our happily ever after. They still had ten minutes left when they returned to the waiting room. Queenie looked at her sister and Julian, and she smiled as she thought, Seems like she has found her happily ever after as well.
That’s great. It’s just like what I imagined. We’re marrying men who are coincidentally good friends with each other. That’ll strengthen our bond.
“Five minutes left, Miss Silverstein. Get ready.” The makeup artists and their assistants were helping Queenie with her makeup while Jessie was holding her sister carefully. Julian, on the other hand, went to the groom’s waiting room.
The Presgraves were seated at the first table. Finally, Willow stretched her arms. She was woken up by the noise around her. Once she opened her eyes, the girl quickly sat up and held her father tightly. Elliot patted her shoulder and said, “Calm down, sweetie.”
The girl was a brave one. She looked around, and her attention was immediately focused on the candies on the table. Right away, she took a bag of it and held it tightly like a rabbit worried about its food getting stolen.
Anastasia saw that, and it amused her. She’s safe in her father’s hands, but she probably thinks someone will steal her candy anyway. She then turned her attention to Nigel, who looked dashing in his suit. She was reminded of her own wedding. It’s been three years. Time flies.
And then, it was time. The tune of Wedding March echoed across the hall, and the gates swung open. One gorgeous bride stood outside, the sun gleaming down on her. She emerged from the beam of light like an angel bearing happiness. Her bliss spread to all her guests, and even Willow was astounded by her beauty. She leaned on the table and stared at the lady who just came in.
Queenie held her father’s arm as she slowly marched toward the stage. Jessie followed behind them. Queenie’s face was covered with a veil, but everyone could still see how beautiful she was.
“The bride’s gorgeous.” “Indeed! The Mansons are so lucky.” Brenda was crying tears of joy as well. They’re finally getting married. Now, I can rest easy.
After Queenie ascended the stage, Nigel extended his hand to hold her. She’s pregnant. Can’t let anything happen to her. Brandon teared up and handed his daughter’s hand to Nigel. He then patted Nigel’s hand. “Take good care of her, Nigel.”
Nigel gave Brandon a look of determination. “Yes, Father. I will love her and protect her all my life.”
That is good enough for me. With that, Brandon left the stage. He wanted nothing more than for his daughter to marry a good man. All he wanted was for her to live a peaceful life.
Queenie teared up as well. Even after she was married, she would make it a point to visit her parents often. She wouldn’t want them to feel lonely.
For some reason, Jessie had the same thought as well. After I get married, I’ll also make sure to visit Dad and Mom as much as I can. I don’t want them to feel sad. I need to spend more time with them.
Julian noticed Jessie wiping her tears away, and he gave her an understanding look. If they weren’t in a church, he would have hugged her. The priest came forth and officiated the wedding. Eventually, the couple on stage exchanged their vows and hugged passionately. All the guests gave them thunderous applause.
Queenie didn’t toss her bouquet. Instead, she turned around and gave it to Jessie. Jessie blushed, but she took it happily anyway. Thank you for the blessing, Queenie. Jonathan made a speech to give the newlyweds all his blessings and hopes.
The banquet began, and the guests were served lavish, beautiful dishes. Willow had a great time eating them. The girl sat in a highchair and let her parents feed her. At the same time, she kept holding onto her candies.
Jared had grown into a handsome and dashing young boy. He stopped acting cute like how he used to. Now, he was more collected and mature. Once he was done eating, he took his sister away, leaving their parents alone so they could eat in peace.
Queenie switched into a dress proper for the banquet, and Jessie changed into a shorter dress as well. She and Julian accompanied the newlyweds as they went around raising toasts to everyone.
Queenie was a bit tired after all the toasting, so Jessie took her back to the waiting room. Nigel came in a while later with a drunk Julian tagging along behind him. He drank a lot. Most of those were supposed to be toasts for Nigel.
“Jessie, leave Queenie to me. You should take Julian back to his villa. He needs to rest. Look at him. He’s drunk.”
Jessie nodded. “Want me to hold you up?” she asked Julian.
“I can still walk,” he answered stubbornly, but the look on his face spoke otherwise. His fair-skinned face had a rosy hue to them, and she felt like biting him. They came to the corridor and made their way to the elevator. Then, he almost tripped over himself.
She held him up. “Let me help.”
Just then, Julian leaned down, and their faces were millimeters away. Jessie’s cheeks were set aflame. The moment the elevator opened, she dragged him into it.
A driver was tasked to take them back. She told him where Julian stayed, and the driver took them all the way there. She was already huffing and puffing when she painstakingly took Julian back home. He was nearly six feet two, and his size alone made it tough for her to drag him along.
She wanted to let go of him the moment he hit the couch, but all of a sudden, he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her down. Caught by surprise, she fell into his embrace, and her heart skipped a beat. She raised her head only to be met by a pair of passionate eyes. Even without asking, she knew what he had in his mind.
“Stay with me,” said Julian hoarsely.
“I-I need to go back.”
“But Nigel told you to take care of me.”
“H-How should I go about that?” Jessie stammered. I can’t take care of you while locked in your arms.
“Just let me hug you for a while.” With that, he held her tightly, refusing to let go.
Quietly, she leaned on his chest. Silence swooped down on them, but her heart was still beating violently against her ribcage. This is my sister’s wedding. I can’t believe I’m making out with him here. A moment later, she thought Julian might need some water, so she said, “I’ll get you some water.”