Celine remained quiet for a few minutes before nodding slightly.

He smiled softly and squeezed her hand gently. "Remember when we both got married?"

Celine bit her lower lip nervously, feeling her cheeks heat up slightly as she nodded.

"Yes. We were eighteen at that time, and your father was the best man. I remember it being the most beautiful wedding ever. I wish I had gotten to see you wearing a white dress, and your mom standing next to you."

She smiled softly and nodded once again. "Me too."

He continued. "That was the happiest day of my life, Celine."

She swallowed hard as tears threatened to spill out...