I had every intention of making it the best day of my whole life. Indeed, it was. However, it was not the vows, the champagne, or the stunning arch that was draped in white flowers that served to make it a memorable experience. No, it was Grace.
A girl called Grace, who is eight years old, is the daughter of my fiance, Lucas. I really loved her from the time we first met. At first, she was a bit reserved, and her demeanor was calm and serious, which gave the impression that she was much older than her actual age.
Gaining her trust was a process that took some time, but it was time well spent.
