The wedding took place three months later. It was a small, intimate ceremony. Daisy was the flower girl, and she beamed with pride the entire day.
“You know what the most amazing part is?” Hope said as they danced their first dance.
“What?”
“Eight years ago, Stephanie thought she destroyed our love. But all she did was delay it. And she gave us a daughter who brought us back together.”
“Daisy. Our little angel. The brave girl who walked into a stranger’s office and said, ‘You’re my dad.’”
They watched their daughter dancing with her friends, happy and carefree.
“What ever happened to Stephanie?” Hope asked.
“She moved to Europe. Last I heard, she married some minor nobility in Italy.”
“I almost feel sorry for her.”
“Why?”
“Because she never understood what real love is. The kind that gives instead of takes.”
Mike held his wife closer.
“We understand it. And we have the rest of our lives to prove it.”
The story of Mike, Hope, and Daisy is a testament to the fact that the truth always finds a way. Real love is stronger than lies, and sometimes the smallest people are capable of the biggest acts of courage. A seven-year-old girl with a wrinkled envelope didn’t just find her father—she rebuilt a family that had been torn apart by a lie.
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