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Today was the big day, a day that Frank knew was coming but didn’t want to experience so soon.
“My baby is getting married,” He sniffles as he’s tying his tie and looking back at Mel.
Mel smiles in response, smoothing down the skirt of her dress. “Millie is all grown up, can you believe it?”
“I still remember when she came home and announced that she was dating at the age of 4, I almost had a heart attack.”
“And now she’s getting married to the love of her life,”
Mel King had watched Millie grow up, and it was the most enormous privilege that the Langdon’s let Mel in so willingly. There was some tension at first, which made holidays together nerve-wracking, but soon they were one big family.
A knock at the door interrupted the conversation, and Abby Langdon-Satturi poked her head around the door.
“Abby?” Mel questions, watching the woman sheepishly wobble into the room
“I’m sorry to intrude, but Millie wants to speak with you, Mel,” She says, her hands interlaced in front of her. “She wants to see you before the ceremony.”
“Is everything okay?” Frank asks attentively about his ex-wife. “She’s not having doubts, is she?”
Abby shakes her head, smiling brightly. “She’s eager to get the party started, but nothing like that, don’t worry. I think Mel will love what Mills has in store.”
Mel didn’t waste another second, kissing her husband on the cheek and squeezing Abby’s hand as she passed by, but soon she was stepping into the bridal suite and seeing Millie in her dress.
“Oh, honey, you look beautiful,” She cries, one hand on her chest and the other wiping away tears. “Is everything okay?”
The now twenty-four-year-old had grown into a bright, loving, and caring young woman. Her love for animals led her to a career working with them, and she found the love of her life through that career.
“Mel, hi.” She reaches out for her, bringing Mel closer. “I’m not sure if it’s a tradition, but I gave my mom a gift as the mother of the bride, but you’ve been a big part of my childhood and shaped me into the woman I am today. I wanted to get you something, a small gift just to let you know that I’m grateful.”
Mel was surprised, her eyes widening. “A gift? You didn’t have to do that.”
“You were the best mom a girl could ask for, especially considering the circumstances, but I’m happy my dad found you after everything.”
“I can’t hold a candle to your mom; she would always be your number one, and I'd never replace her, but it’s been an honour to watch you grow up, Millie.”
The gift box the bride gave her was small and velvet. It had a little bow on top and looked perfect. Inside was a silver bracelet with several charms hanging from it.
“It’s matching with my mom, just some little milestones we all reached and memories,” Millie explains while Mel tries it on. “The first one being my graduation from high school, Thanksgiving and so on. It’s a symbol of very few little memories that I have cherished, and I hope we can add to it in the years to come.”
“Darling, it’s wonderful, thank you so much.” Mel hugs her close, tears streaming down her cheeks. “We’ll make sure to keep adding memories, don’t you worry.”