Chapter 85. Mr. and Mrs. Fernandez

Evelyn

The soft music played softly in the background as Clara walked gracefully down the aisle. The room’s lighting dimmed, and the flowers seemed to come alive, their petals glistening in the subdued light. A pin-drop silence spread across the room as the haunting melody of a violin began to fill the air. At the end of the stage, My Dad stood, with Jacob by his side.

I had the honor of walking her down the aisle, and my smile never wavered as I observed her and then glanced at her dad. His expression was one of sheer awe, as if Clara were a dream walking toward him—yes she was his dream and I was so happy that they were getting this chance—to spend their life together.

It was impossible not to notice the hitch in his breath at that first glimpse of her.

God…this wedding was a history.

Gradually, tears welled up in Dad’s eyes, and as I looked at Clara, it became increasingly difficult to hold back my own. I didn’t want to cry, but this moment wa