“Daddy?” Isabella’s small voice piped up as she swung her feet back and forth on the edge of the chair. Her white shoes barely brushed the floor. “What is a wedding?”
Daniel glanced down at her and smiled, even though something tight tugged at his chest.
Marian had already left the apartment to help the bride, Katherine, get ready. She’d laughed as she disappeared out the door, promising Isabella she’d be back soon, her hair “extra pretty.” Marian was one of Katherine’s bridesmaids, and she’d gone early to have her makeup done—and to help the bride calm her nerves.
Before that, Daniel and Marian had picked Isabella up from Elise’s apartment. Isabella had been buzzing with questions ever since she heard the word wedding, repeating it like it was something magical.
Daniel crouched down s
