We head to the dining room as my dad uncorks a bottle of champagne, filling the air with bubbly effervescence. We toast, allowing the reality to settle in our hearts, and amidst laughter and a few playful antics from my mom, I enjoyed the company of my parents and Adrien, who would become my future husband.
The small feast went on amid laughter, while my mom gently stroked my hair and confessed to Adrien:
— When I got pregnant with Isabella, we were hoping for a boy. However, now I rejoice deeply in having a beautiful girl like her.
I felt slightly embarrassed by his comment, but the contagious laughter of my dear boyfriend managed to dispel any discomfort.
Then, Adrien gently chimed in:
— I’m much happier, Mrs. Stella, especially because this radiant woman will be only mine.
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