Overwhelmed with emotion, I nodded fervently, tears of joy streaming down my face.
"Yes! Yes, I'll marry you!"
I exclaimed, my voice barely above a whisper.
The room erupted into cheers and applause as Michael slid the stunning ring onto my finger. It fit perfectly, shimmering on my hand.
Michael rose, sweeping me into a passionate kiss as the fireworks continued to illuminate the night sky.
Confetti rained down upon us, adding to the magical ambiance.
Justina and Alexander rushed to our side, beaming with happiness.
"We're so happy for you both!" Justina exclaimed, tears in her eyes.
Alexander handed Michael a bottle of champagne, which he promptly opened, pouring glasses for us and our closest friends.
As we sipped the bubbly, basking in the joy of the moment, I couldn't help but think:
This proposal was a fairytale come true.
A month after the proposal, my family and I decided to pay a heartfelt visit to my dad's graveyard. We wanted to share the joyful news and celebrate my accomplishments with him.
We arrived at the serene cemetery, the sun shining gently upon us. The air was filled with the sweet scent of blooming flowers.
Justina, Michael, my mom, and Aunt Faith accompanied me, offering steadfast support.
We brought Dad's favorite items:
His beloved book, "The Alchemist"
A bottle of fine whiskey
A bouquet of his cherished roses
As we stood before his grave, I took a deep breath and began:
"Dad, it's me, your little one. I've made it. I've found happiness, and I'm engaged to the love of my life, Michael."
Tears streamed down my face as I shared stories of my journey, my accomplishments, and my future plans.
Justina and Michael added their own words, expressing gratitude for the lessons learned from my dad's legacy.
My mom and Aunt Faith shared fond memories, their voices trembling with emotion.
We sat together, surrounded by the peaceful atmosphere, feeling Dad's presence around us.
The wind rustled through the trees, carrying the whispers of loved ones past.
We sensed his pride and joy, his spirit enveloping us in warmth.
As we sat in contemplative silence, a gentle breeze carried the faint scent of roses, Dad's favorite flower.
It was as if he was saying, "I'm proud of you, my child. I'm always with you."
We stayed for hours, basking in the serenity and love.
As we stood before Dad's grave, a sense of closure washed over me. I turned to Aunt Faith, my voice filled with remorse.
"Aunt Faith, I'm so sorry for suspecting you of...of harming Dad. I was blinded by grief and confusion."
Aunt Faith's eyes welled up with tears as she enveloped me in a warm hug.
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DECEPTION
Romance"A child born of deceit, a heart consumed by vengeance, and a family's dark secrets waiting to be unraveled..." After a whirlwind night, I discovered I was pregnant. But the father was not who I expected... He was the CEO of the company that ruined...
