Mrs. Marsh's Revealed Identities

Chapter 1972: The Moment We'Ve Been Waiting For

Chapter 1972: The Moment We've Been Waiting For

Jack also arrived, bringing the children from the orphanage to offer their blessings... After all, the children were witnesses to the courtship.

Tristan and Monica's relatives and friends, numbering in the dozens, were mostly family rather than business partners. While the guest list wasn't extensive, everyone present shared the closest relationships and offered their sincerest wishes.

As the melodious wedding march played and the sea breeze gently blew, the tall and handsome Tristan stood on the stage, smiling as he looked at Monica, who was linked arm in arm with Bertie and Algerone.

The father-daughter trio made their way slowly towards this side.

This wedding was somewhat unique, with two fathers wearing coordinated suits in the same color scheme. They wore smiles on their faces, yet their eyes betrayed a hint of reluctance.

Monica walked in the middle, draped in a pristine white wedding gown, exuding elegance and grace. She wore a custom-made necklace around her neck, complemented by matching earrings, with no further adornments – simple yet elegant.

Her beauty needed no embellishments. This text is © NôvelDrama/.Org.

As the wedding march melodiously played, breathtakingly sacred, they proceeded towards Tristan as the two fathers led the way. Monica's chiffon white dress framed her shoulders, and the long train trailed behind her, showcasing the couple's exceptionally high attractiveness.

Guests cast their eyes of blessings upon them, watching as the two fathers escorted their precious daughters to their respective grooms.

"Dad," Tristan paused and looked at the two elders, speaking from the heart, "I have been waiting for this moment for too long. Please entrust Monica to me."

Monica met Tristan's affectionate gaze with a sweet smile, her eyes as dark as a midnight rain mist.

The two fathers solemnly placed their daughter's hand into Tristan's palm, and he held it dearly. The two gazed deeply into each other's eyes, filled with only each other, radiating happiness.

"Please, both fathers, both mothers, rest assured," Tristan regained his composure, turning to Catherine and Belinda standing not far from the stage. Before all the guests, he promised, "Please, four elders, rest assured. I will take care of your precious daughter, cherish her, pamper her, and embrace her."

Monica's eyes glistened with tears. She loved him deeply, ever so profoundly. The moments of past happiness constantly replayed in her mind.

He continued to lead her down the red carpet towards the stage, as the wedding march transitioned into a rendition of "Enchantment of Encounter" –

"You've become my lucky charm, my master. You heal all the wounds in my heart, for you, I will be full of smiles, to repay you for playing the clown beside me…"

"My love for you is destined to endure; my feelings for you will last. Even though our meeting is a kind of charm, happiness is ours because of it."

The sweet voice of the female singer, combined with the setting of today, was perfectly fitting.

Tristan wrote the wedding vows himself. Holding Monica's hand, he stood in the center of the stage and said lovingly –

"Monica, today is the most memorable day of my life. Please believe that marrying me is the right choice for you."

Feeling her nose tingling, Monica listened as he said, "In the days ahead, I am honored to share your joys and sorrows."

He vowed, "I will love you, trust you, respect you. Whatever life we face in the future, I will stand by your side, holding an umbrella for you, just as I now hold you tightly. I will take care of you with my life and entrust the rest of my life to you."

Tristan's voice choked up slightly with emotion, as Monica was moved, smiling as she looked into his eyes, seeing tears glisten in them.