Chapter 783 Charisa Neller? Priscilla Neller??
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.”
Taking Cherise’s hand, Priscilla led her through introductions, “This is your uncle, a towering man. He is your eldest cousin, a bit of a recluse, bless his quirky soul. The second cousin was a talented charmer, though prone to wandering. The third cousin is a ball of energy with a temper to match, so keep your distance if you know what I mean.”
Her eyes twinkled as she reached the last 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 silly girl has caused the family too much trouble!”
Priscilla darted a playful and resentful glance at Lyra. “You ungrateful child! Your brother flew in medical experts to treat your husband, and you thought we were just here to disrupt the festivities? You deserve a good spanking, at least!”
Tears glistening in her eyes, Lyra melted into Priscilla’s warm embrace.
Meanwhile, Priscilla squeezed Cherise’s hand. “You’ve found yourself a 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 friends by some twist of fate.”
Cherise remained still, her heart fluttering with bursts of excitement and warmth.
She had been busy helping Lyra with wedding preparations, thinking Damien was caught up in business
matters.
How could she have known that this quiet man was orchestrating a symphony of surprises behind the scenes, with each note a testament to his unwavering love?
Now, the urge to find him, to melt into his embrace, was overwhelming, and Cherise, true to form, followed her heart’s impulsive beat.
After a tearful reunion with Lyra and her family on the third floor, Lyra took out her phone and called Damien directly, “Where are you?”
“Downstairs. Sera and Ren are here, posing with the balloons. I’m here playing chaperohe to these two
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troublemakers.”
Serafina’s indignant voice piped up. “Daddy, who are you calling ‘troublemakers’?”
Soren’s serious tone followed. “I said we only call him Daddy after they get married!”
Serafina’s protest was immediate. “But Grandpa says it’s a done deal! He told me to start now; get used to it!”
Soren countered, “Grandpa’s just teasing you!”
The little devil, however, wouldn’t be swayed. “No, no, no! I listen to Grandpa! Right, Daddy?”
Cherise held the phone close, a smile tugging at her l*ps as the playful banter continued. She quickened her pace, eager to join the chaos downstairs.
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