My Daughter Natalie (my debut novel)

If anyone had contested, it would have been the bride’s father, a regular at a Sunday mass. He, on the other hand approved the location, and did so rather cheerfully; the cross-wind he enjoyed very much. With his loose pores, he found comfort, realizing that on a late August afternoon, temperature may soar. He expressed this to his wife and her friends. Sometimes, he even changed the topic of a conversation, just to stress how pleasant the breeze would be at his daughter, Natalie‘s wedding.