149 The Day Of The Wedding

(From Ella's Perspective)

It was finally our wedding day. Dad had been overly emotional. He was trying not to show it, but it was clear. He kept coming to the dressing room and kept on asking me if I was doing alright when it was clearly me who should ask that. 

"Our little Eli doesn't want to leave me here alone," Dad said. It was his tenth time coming into the room. 

The maids were doing my makeup now. Then I would wear the wedding dress. Two of them were doing the nails of my hands, one of them was doing my hair, one was doing my makeup and one was taking care of my feet. Eli was in her crib. She was now three months old. 

She could lift her head now in a belly-down position and played with her hands and legs. She seemed to be very curious about her organs. Now, she could recognize me and Leandro since we were with her most of the time.