The homeless girl and the CEO

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Chapter Ninety Three

Leah's POV

I have no idea what is really going on but I need to save this day, not just for Jordan and our future kids but for the Branson name.

"Thank you," smiling politely, I accepted the microphone from the MC.

Pointing in the direction where my maid of honor went, dragging Evelyn behind her.

"I'm new to this," I said, watching all eyes on Jordan and I. "Is this a regular scene when one of the country's eligible bachelors gets taken?" I mused over the microphone, trying to make light of the situation.

I smile at the light chuckles and laughter around the room.

Raising a hand, "anybody else wants to take me on because I took Jordan out of the running?" Pointing to the side once again. "My maid of honor seems to have come prepared." I chuckle, feeling less stress when the laughter continued on, which brought on a lighter atmosphere in the hall.

With the absence of the best man and maid of honor, Jade had the MC rearrange the programme.

"Ladies and gentlemen, since the best man and the maid of honor have been called away on... uh.. best man and maid of honor duties," the MC pauses as the chuckles build up once again.

"Mr Branson, the grandfather of the groom and the man who insisted, he was the matchmaker of this power couple, would like to say a few words."

Mr. Branson accepted the microphone from the MC with a polite smile.

Averting his eyes, he smiles at his grandson and I, the love in his eyes while smiling at Jordan, is clearly evident.

"I will admit that Jordan saw Leah first but I am the one who befriend her, on behalf of him, if I may add." Mr. Branson paused for the chuckles that followed, until it subsided.

"Leah came into our lives the very said day she arrived in New York and my grandson fell head over heels, the very next day and" pausing, Mr. Branson takes a deep breath.

"Like the confirmed bachelor he was, he fought his feelings every step of the way but ended up following her to Seattle, whisked her away to Vegas to get married in the middle of the night, then called to get my blessing." Mr. Branson laughs, wiping a tear from his eye.

"Now they wanted to do this with some of the people who mean the world to them, which is what this evening, is all about." Mr. Branson eyes, travelled around the room.

"This is why some of you are here tonight, to celebrate with the happy couple and believe me, they are very happy indeed." Taking a glass of a tray on the stage.

"To Jordan and Leah!" He toasted, with the crowd around echoing his sentiments.

Jordan stands and pulls his grandfather into a bear hug, before his father came to say a few words.

Tilting his head with a smirk.

"I am the other Mr. Branson, father of the groom and on behalf of the Branson and Morrison family, I would like to thank you for joining us to help share in our children's blessings.

Turning, Mr. Branson smile at Jordan and I but when I looked at him I see Jordan's mother, who is noticeably absent.

Jordan bows his head lightly to cover his sad smile.

"The first day I met my new daughter-in-law, was also the day, I heard she was my son's girlfriend." Mr. Branson, pause to smile at me.

"I was surprise but wasn't disappointed." Mr. Branson continue but now his eyes got misty. "I knew this girl was not just different but special and she proved it."

"Leah, you're a gem and I feel confident that with you at my son's side, you will help him take the Branson's name to a higher level." Mr. Branson says to me, then turns to his.

"Jordan," Jordan lifts his head at the mention of his name. "I know I don't say it often, but I am proud of you, even when we fight and I'm proud of you tonight for going after the girl, who finally manage to capture your heart," pausing he lifts his glass.

"From your mother and I, here's to a life filled with love and laughter, even during the ups and downs."

Mr. Branson takes a sip but was interrupted when his son literally leap forward to draw his father in a tight embrace.

From the shaking of Jordan's shoulders, I knew he was weeping and I felt his pain but was thankful today happened, for Jordan and his father.

Jordan takes his seat beside me and I drew his head against my shoulder.

"Now for the father of the bride?" The MC says in a quizzical tone.

I quickly looked around the room, wondering if my father would speak, since he's such an introvert, that he avoids having to do much public speaking.

"I'm here, I'm here." I heard the voice and laughter before I see my father getting up where he sat with Ms. Gemma and people I don't really recognize.

"Thank you," daddy takes the microphone politely from the MC and turned to face the guests.

"Andrew Morrison here, father of the beautiful girl, sitting beside that handsome young man." Daddy points to Jordan and I.

"When I saw my princess earlier, I was blown away, not just because she looked beautiful but she was the second most beautiful bride I ever saw." Daddy turned to face me.

"Sorry princess but your mother was the most beautiful bride I ever saw." I nod in agreement with him, after having seen their wedding photos.

"I was blown away because of the dress you're wearing and I know your mom would be proud that you chose to use her dress to keep her memory alive, at your wedding."

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