It was on Saturday’s morning, the wedding day to be precise. Bella, who was very sad a few days ago, woke up with a smile on her face. She wore a yellow nightgown and she moved her body left and right, before facing the ceiling. Brian and Brianna were on their beds sleeping.
“Allen?” She thought and smiled.
Yesterday, Bella had received calls from the makeup and stylist artists and she was expecting them hours from now. Then her phone beeped. It was a message. Bella stretched her right hand to the head of the bed. She collected her phone and opened the message.
“Hi Angel, how was your night? I hope it was great. Nothing is to be compared to your thought. It makes me sleep well and wakes me up with hope and joy. I wish you a pleasant day. Much love from Gabriel.”
“It makes me sleep and
