Marrying the Man in the Dark

Mrs. Quinell, known to many as Priscilla Neller, announced with a gentle smile as she clasped Cherise’s hand, “Cherry, your mother, Charisa… she was my sister. She was séparated from us when she was young, a missing sister I’ve been searching for years.”

Cherise’s jaw dropped. “Wait, you’re… you’re my aunt?!”

The revelation hit Cherise like a wave,, washing away years of unanswered questions. She stared at her aunt, seeing a reflection of her features, a family resemblance she hadn’t known existed.

Priscilla continued, her voice cracking with a mix of joy and sadness. “It was only recently, thanks to Mr. Lenoir, that I discovered her story and that she had changed her name to Charisa Miles. No wonder I couldn’t find her all these years.”

She continued, “Your mother… she loved you fiercely, that much I know. And while I can’t replace her, I can offer you the same warmth and unwavering love. Don’t let a difficult sister on your father’s side cloud the warmth of your family.”

a bit of a recluse, bless his quirky soul. The second cousin

one, she gestured towards Lyra, “And this is the bride, our runaway princess! Five years chasing after Zachary, and here she is, finally tying the knot, without a word to the family! Though I must say, this

ungrateful child! Your brother flew in medical experts to treat your

eyes, Lyra melted

keeper, Cherry. If it weren’t for Damien, I wouldn’t have known this little runaway was getting married here, let alone that you two had become

heart fluttering with bursts

with wedding preparations, thinking Damien

that this quiet man was orchestrating a symphony of surprises behind the scenes, with each note a testament to

embrace, was overwhelming, and Cherise,

the third floor, Lyra took out her phone and called Damien directly,