Blue Strings - Will You Fall In Love, With Time?

Chapter 22: Giggles and Memories

Ella's POV

As the sun began to set on a peaceful weekend evening, our family gathered in the garden, embracing the tranquility of the moment. The gentle breeze rustled through the trees, carrying the fragrance of blooming flowers. It was during this cherished tea break that my curiosity was piqued, longing to hear my parents, Hana and Mr. Wilson, continue their enchanting love story.

Nestled in a cozy spot near my parents, I found myself captivated by the tale that unfolded before me. The laughter and banter of my siblings created a symphony of family joy, but my focus remained on Hana and Mr. Wilson, their hands intertwined and their eyes filled with love.

With a soft voice filled with nostalgia, Hana began to recount the next chapter of their remarkable journey.

Third persons' POV

Hana: "Oh, Ella, it was a magical night. The grand hall shimmered with elegance, adorned with gilded pillars and bathed in the soft glow of chandeliers. As your father and I entered, a sense of excitement and wonder filled the air."

I sipped my tea, feeling its warmth match the warmth in my heart. The world around me seemed to fade away as I immersed myself in the past.

Hana: "Amidst the noble ladies discussing the hall's architecture, my hunger piqued. You see, I had skipped my evening snack to ensure I looked my best for the ball."

A mischievous smile played on my lips as I imagined my mother's rumbling stomach. I couldn't help but giggle softly, imagining myself in the same situation.

Hana: "And then, Ella, fate intervened. His gaze met mine, and those almond-shaped eyes offered me a glass of wine."

My breath caught in my chest as I envisioned that moment, the spark of connection between my parents igniting in the depths of their eyes.

Mr. Wilson: "Warm greetings, Ms. Gorgeous," my father's voice echoed in my mind. His smile was as charming as ever, and his eyes held a love that spanned time.

I hung on to their every word, feeling as if I were transported back in time, living their story alongside them.

Hana: "Thank you for the flattery, Mr. Lewis. No, thank you for the wine offer. I'm Hana Perez. If Mr. Lewis knows where to find the food section, would he care to guide me there?"

I marveled at my mother's grace and quick wit, picturing her standing tall and confident beside my future father.

Mr. Wilson: "Yes, Ms. Hana," my father's voice exuded joy. "But will you promise me a dance afterward?"

Hana: "Sure, Mr. Lewis."

The scene unfolded vividly in my mind's eye, their laughter blending with the melodic notes of the music. The dance they shared became a symbol of their love, a moment that forever defined their journey.

A gentle squeeze on my hand brought me back to the present, and I glanced at my parents, their eyes shimmering with love and wisdom.

Hana: "And that, my darling Ella, was the beginning of our extraordinary adventure together. That dance marked the moment when our hearts found each other, eventually leading us to this beautiful garden, surrounded by the love of our children."

My heart swelled with gratitude and admiration as I leaned closer to them, enveloped in their embrace.

Ella: "Thank you for sharing your love story with us, Mom and Dad. It's a treasure I'll carry with me always."

Tears of joy glistened in their eyes as they exchanged a glance filled with immeasurable love. The garden embraced us, creating a timeless space of connection and gratitude. In that moment, I knew that their love story would forever inspire and guide me on my own journey of love and happiness.