Like any other girl, I had spent months anticipating my wedding, which was supposed to be the happiest day of my life.
That day, everything seemed lovely, and I was positive I was marrying the proper man. Until a young girl arrived with a bouquet of daisies.
When I noticed a birthmark on her wrist, I made the decision to call off the wedding.
The weather was beautiful that day, and everything seemed to be just as I had expected.
All of my closest friends and family were there.
Wearing the most beautiful clothing, I had the impression that I was dreaming.
The ceremony had already started when I noticed a five-year-old child wearing daisies.
She walked toward me, her eyes still on the ground.
In a low voice, she pleaded with me for a coin.
I froze when I noticed a mark on her wrist.
It was exactly the same form as my fiancé’s heart.
When I asked her where her parents were, she pointed to my fiancé and mentioned her father.
When my entire world collapsed, I canceled the wedding.
DNA testing later revealed that she was my fiancé’s daughter.
