I had every intention of making it the best day of my whole life. Indeed, it was. However, it was not the vows, the champagne, or the stunning arch that was draped in white flowers that served to make it a memorable experience.
No, it was Grace. A girl called Grace, who is eight years old, is the daughter of my fiance, Lucas. I really loved her from the time we first met.
At first, she was a bit reserved, and her demeanor was calm and serious, which gave the impression that she was much older than her actual age. Gaining her trust was a process that took some time, but it was time well spent. While I was painting my nails, she would sit next to me on the sofa and observe me in silence.
Occasionally, she would bend her head and ask questions in that kind, inquisitive voice that children use when they are trying to comprehend something new. “Miss Julia” was the name she used to refer to me for the first half year. At that moment, she grasped my hand in the afternoon, looked up at me with eyes that were big and full of sincerity, and said, “May I call you Mama-Jules?”
The moment my heart burst into a thousand pieces was that moment.
After Lucas and I made the decision to be married, I was aware that our wedding would not be about the two of us alone; rather, it would be about the three of us establishing a family. I made certain that Grace was involved in everything that was going on. She chose her own flower girl attire, which was a light pink gown with layers of shimmering tulle that shimmered as she twirled.
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