A Second Chance at Forever novel (Eleanor and Bernard)

Eleanor held the wedding invitation in her hands, a smile of relief spreading across her face as she read the name of the bride. Peterson, the middle child of the family, was finally getting his heart's desire. The wedding was a spectacle fit for a fairy tale, set on a night where the moonlight spilled across the castle's lawn, illuminating the grandeur within. Inside, the celebration of the century was unfolding. Peterson, the groom, stood tall and handsome in a tailor-made black tuxedo, a white rose pinned to his lapel, his gaze fixed on the bride with eyes brimming with love.

Starry, the bride, was radiant in a white gown that seemed to be worth a kingdom's ransom, adorned with countless sparkling diamonds that glittered under the lights like a constellation brought to earth. The venue was packed with guests from around the globe, the air buzzing with lively chatter, the scent of fine cuisine, and the clink of wine glasses-a perfect night in every way.

As the string quartet played a melodious tune, Peterson took Starry's hand and led her to the altar. They exchanged rings, recited their vows, and then...

Peterson cradled the back of Starry's head and kissed her deeply, the kind of kiss that seemed to declare to the world the years of patient waiting.

After the kiss, he turned to the little flower girl beside them, Starry's daughter Beth, and said, "Do you accept me as your stepfather, Beth?"

Beth, who had grown up fearing the role of 'father' due to her own father's violence towards her and her mom, felt differently about Peterson. He had always been kind to her, discreetly slipping her money, visiting her at school.

finally with her mom, she, as their daughter, naturally offered them her blessing. Under Peterson's steady hand, Beth nodded with a smile, "Then I'll start calling

with the moonlight and stars to cast a magical glow over the family of three at the

her cousin's long-awaited union with the woman he loved seem overwhelmingly touching. Bernard, a mountain of calm beside her, glanced at the fireworks but kept his eyes mostly on her. Seeing her

fingers tenderly cleaned her

grabbed a tissue, blew her nose, and looked up to retort,

and asked, "Are you two on your second marriage?" Embarrassed, Eleanor lowered

pulled Eleanor close, "My

gaze then turned to Eleanor,

head nestled in Bernard's embrace, she couldn't quite lift it to respond, "Suppose

he met Bernard's stern gaze, enough to silence any