CAMILA WAS ENTERING the church to the sound of a love song she had dreamed of since she was a teenager. Bernardo didn't know what the song was, and even after ten years, due to emotion, he was totally unaware of what it was, the important thing is that she was there just for him, finally happiness was smiling again after all that storm.
She was already beautiful by nature, but dressed as a bride, she was simply stunning.
Without a doubt I am the luckiest man on the face of the earth...
It wasn't just him who was thinking that, the whole church, including the priest, was also thinking that.
What a lucky bastard this guy is...
His daughter Vitória came in front of Camila, throwing the petals, she was as happy as he was, his reaction to meeting her surprised him, he postponed as much as he could, and realized the grotesque mistake made, Vitória needed a mother figure in her life, someone to teach her how to apply lipstick, how to dress, what to do after her first period and all that.
Women's things...
Bernardo hugged her and whispered in her ear.
— I love you, daughter.
He kissed her on the forehead, and then immediately got up and kissed his future wife's left cheek.
— You're everything to me.
Bernardo returned to his proper place and the ceremony began.
— I DON'T KNOW HOW TO THANK YOU for staying with her for a few days.
— Don't worry, man — said Henrique, smiling — Ana loves children, and oddly enough, the feeling on their part is reciprocal, go there and enjoy your well-deserved honeymoon, you deserve it.
Bernardo knelt down and kissed his daughter again:
— Do you promise to behave and obey Uncle Rico and Aunt Ana?
— Sure, Dad, we're going to have a lot of fun.
Bernard smiled.
"I'm sure of it.