Chapter 783 Charisa Neller? Priscilla Neller??
Mrs. Quinell, known to many as Priscilla Neller, announced with a gentle smile as she clasped Cheriseâs hand, âCherry, your mother, Charisa⊠she was my sister. She was sĂ©parated from us when she was young, a missing sister Iâve been searching for years.â
Cheriseâs jaw dropped. âWait, youâre⊠youâre my aunt?!â
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 hadnât known existed.
Priscilla continued, her voice cracking with a mix of joy and sadness. âIt 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 couldnât find her all these years.â
She continued, âYour mother⊠she loved you fiercely, that much I know. And while I canât replace her, I can offer you the same warmth and unwavering love. Donât let a difficult sister on your fatherâs side cloud the warmth of your family.â
Taking Cheriseâs hand, Priscilla led her through introductions, âThis 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.â
Her eyes twinkled as she reached the last one, she gestured towards Lyra, âAnd 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!â
Priscilla darted a playful and resentful glance at Lyra. âYou 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!â
Tears glistening in her eyes, Lyra melted into Priscillaâs warm embrace.
Meanwhile, Priscilla squeezed Cheriseâs hand. âYouâve found yourself a keeper, Cherry. If it werenât for Damien, I wouldnât have known this little runaway was getting married here, let alone that you two had become friends by some twist of fate.â
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 heartâs impulsive beat.
After a tearful reunion with Lyra and her family on the third floor, Lyra took out her phone and called Damien directly, âWhere are you?â
âDownstairs. Sera and Ren are here, posing with the balloons. Iâm here playing chaperohe to these two
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troublemakers.â
Serafinaâs indignant voice piped up. âDaddy, who are you calling âtroublemakersâ?â
Sorenâs serious tone followed. âI said we only call him Daddy after they get married!â
Serafinaâs protest was immediate. âBut Grandpa says itâs a done deal! He told me to start now; get used to it!â
Soren countered, âGrandpaâs just teasing you!â
The little devil, however, wouldnât be swayed. âNo, no, no! I listen to Grandpa! Right, Daddy?â
Cherise held the phone close, a smile tugging at her lips as the playful banter continued. She quickened her pace, eager to join the chaos downstairs.
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