Loving You Too Long

Abigail, her friend, looked beautiful in a white dress. It had a Sabrina neckline with straps on each shoulder. The bottom reached her ankles, and when she walked, the dress swayed along with her.

Abigail always looked beautiful in Haisley’s eyes. She was a friendly and brilliant girl with occasionally crazy ideas. No one would think that at her teenage age, she was already skilled at matchmaking – even though her own love story never succeeded because the only one she loved until now was Gilbert. And no one knew that, even at her young age, Abigail was already good at making money. Clearly, she would become a wealthy woman someday.

Flavia, Abigail’s friend and cousin, had a personality far different from Abigail’s. Flavia was a shy and reserved girl, speaking only when necessary. She had a pure and academically sharp mind. Like Abigail and Haisley, she also had someone she admired, although Abigail now said that Flavia no longer hoped for success in her relationship with the man she admired.

The Italian-blooded girl wore a long-sleeved dress that covered her entire body. Her head was adorned with a simple pashmina of the same color as her cream-colored dress, but it did not diminish her beauty. The two girls approached Haisley and hugged her in turn.

“Congratulations on starting a new life,” Flavia said in her usual soft tone.

“I don’t know what advice to give you. Since I’m single and have no thoughts of getting married quickly. I can only pray for your happiness. May your problems be resolved soon, and may you have children soon. Give me cute nieces and nephews, as cute as you were back then,” she said while pinching Haisley’s cheeks.

“Abby, what if the makeup smudges?” Haisley asked annoyedly, to which Abigail chuckled.

“The makeup artist is still outside; just touch up, what’s the big deal.”Text content © NôvelDrama.Org.

Haisley just snorted, making Abigail and Flavia laugh simultaneously. “But thanks to both of you for making what I wanted come true,” Haisley said with teary eyes.

Not just once or twice did she talk about her dream wedding to Flavia and Abigail. And when her dream came true, and her two friends became the fairy godmothers who fulfilled all her dreams, Haisley truly felt touched by it.

“Sorry for not being able to make you a tiered cake,” Abigail regretfully said. “The pastry chef is not in Miami because they have to participate in a festival in Japan.”

Haisley grabbed her friend’s hand and squeezed it gently. “This is more than enough for me,” she said emotionally. “I have Nathan, my parents, my brother, and all of you. This is definitely the perfect wedding for me.”

Abigail smiled upon hearing this, but then a mischievous grin appeared on her face. “Later, after the wedding night, give me details on how, how many techniques you used, and which style really made you hot and cold, okay?” Abigail’s request clearly earned light punches from both her friends on their respective arms.

Shortly after, Haisley was picked up by her father. They descended from the room Haisley used, heading towards the pool area where the blessing would take place.

The sound of music flowing from the piano played by Juan made Haisley’s heart pound instantly. Her eyes scanned the left and right sides of the chairs, now filled with family and friends.

Dean seemed to be looking at her. Haisley knew she had disappointed the man, and she truly felt moved when she saw the sincerity in his gaze. Not a face full of anger or jealousy, not a disappointed expression, but a genuinely heartfelt smile that made Haisley’s feelings blossom.

Haisley could also see the happiness on her mother’s and her sister’s faces, not to mention on the faces of her future in-laws and her soon-to-be brother-in-law and friend. Before she finally dared to look toward the altar, where the man she had loved for years stood. He looked incredibly handsome in his silver tuxedo, his face expressing clear admiration as he gazed in her direction.

The closer she got, the tighter she clung to her father’s arm. Doubts whispered in her head. Not because she doubted that Nathan was the right man for her. But a fear of the vague future about their happiness together.

No. Haisley had to forget that. Forget Loretta and all the problems that troubled Nathan right now. Haisley was sure everything would be resolved later. There’s no problem without a solution, isn’t it?

Haisley was now facing Nathan. Her father gently released his embrace, and the man who raised her cleared his throat before saying words that made Haisley try to hold back her tears.

“I entrust my daughter to you. Hoping you can make her happy, protect her, and love her for the rest of your life,” her father said with a choked voice. Haisley looked up at him and saw his teary eyes.

Oh God, she had made her father shed tears. But Haisley knew it wasn’t tears of disappointment or anger. It was tears of joy and, of course, reluctance. Just like when her father let go of Crystal to Juan.

“I promise, uncle. I will do my best to make Haisley happy. You don’t need to ask me to take care of and love her because, even without you asking, I will do it,” Nathan replied firmly before taking Haisley’s hand and holding it.

They then faced the minister and pronounced their wedding vows. Hours later, they spent time at the feast filled with many stories, jokes, and laughter.