Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 27545 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 138(@200wpm)___ 110(@250wpm)___ 92(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27545 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 138(@200wpm)___ 110(@250wpm)___ 92(@300wpm)
“She’s beautiful.”
“She looks just like you, my love.”
“Not quite, but she’s happy and that’s just how I felt when I became your wife.” Anabelle presses her head to my shoulder, and I kiss the top.
We watch our daughter marry and around our family and friends which have grown over the years. My parents thankfully have been able to be here for this occasion which does my heart a world of good.
As soon as the ceremony is over and we follow out the bride and groom, my brother claps my back with a chuckle. “You look like you were just about to run her out of here.”
“I wouldn’t laugh. Your twin girls are getting closer to marrying age and they look just as lovely as my girls.”
“Asshole.”
“Franco, we’re in the church.”
“Sorry, mama.” He takes her hand and kisses it. I do the same and apologize as well since I started it. She might be getting up in age, but I’m still a little scared of my mother.
“Boys, are you done picking on each other? We have a lot of photos to take and an amazing wedding reception to host,” Isabelle says. “Our team has been cooking and prepping all day. We can’t keep them waiting.” Isabelle loves helping Fiore’s with our catering department. It’s the only time Franco allows her to “work.” She loves it too much to ever consider it work and her pay is always divided back up between the servers that day.
“Yes, of course, boss lady.” I wink and then take my wife’s arm and lead her down the stairs while everyone else takes their wives and leads them down.
In two generations our Fiore Family has grown so much, and I look forward to the new ones to come in the next couple of years. Our younger children are gathered around their newly married sister, hugging her and taking pictures with the photographer in tow.
Anabelle and I just stand and watch. It’s cold and Christmas Eve, but no one seems to care because they’re happy. “This wouldn’t have happened if you didn’t let me prove my love to you.”
“Thank you for proving me wrong.”
“I love you, Anabelle. Now and Forever.”
“Always, Fabio.”
THE END