**Title: “Everything Was Perfect at My Wedding—Until I Noticed My Mom Was Missing”**

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**Introduction**

Weddings are often described as the happiest day of one’s life, a culmination of love, dreams, and family. For me, marrying Fabian was the realization of a lifelong dream. But as the day unfolded, I was confronted with an unexpected void—my mother, Adele, was missing.

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**Chapter 1: A Mother’s Dream**

From the moment I was born, Adele was my guiding star. As an only child, our bond was inseparable. She envisioned my wedding day long before I did, meticulously planning every detail. We spent countless hours together, choosing my gown, tasting cakes, and selecting the perfect song for the father-daughter dance.

One of the most poignant moments was when I tried on my wedding dress. Adele’s eyes welled up with tears as she whispered, “I can’t believe my little girl is all grown up and getting married.” I hugged her tightly, reassuring her, “I’ll always be your little girl, Mom.”

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**Chapter 2: The Wedding Day**

The day arrived, and everything seemed perfect. I stood at the back of the church, my heart racing with excitement. Dad took my arm, his voice thick with emotion as he asked, “Ready, sweetheart?” I nodded, too choked up to speak. The doors swung open, and we began our walk down the aisle. Fabian stood at the altar, his smile brighter than the sun.

But as we neared him, my stomach dropped. I scanned the sea of faces, searching for my mother’s familiar smile. Panic set in. “Dad,” I whispered urgently, “where’s Mom?”

His brow furrowed as he looked around. “I… I don’t know. I thought she was here.”

I stopped dead in my tracks, the music screeching to a halt. All eyes turned to me. “We can’t start,” I said, my voice shaking. “Mom’s missing.”

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**Chapter 3: The Search**

Fabian rushed to my side, concern etched on his face. “Bella, what’s wrong?”

“My mom,” I choked out. “She’s not here. We need to find her.”

I turned to my brothers in the front row. “Can you guys look for her? Please?”

They nodded, jumping up and rushing out of the church. Fabian squeezed my hand. “I’m sure she’s fine. Probably just got held up somewhere.”

But as the minutes ticked by, dread settled in my stomach. This wasn’t like Mom at all. She wouldn’t miss my wedding for the world.

Guests shifted uncomfortably, whispering amongst themselves. I paced back and forth, my wedding dress swishing with each step. “Maybe we should call the police,” I said, wringing my hands.

Fabian put his arm around me. “Let’s give your dad and brothers a little more time. I’m sure they’ll find her.”

But as an hour crawled by, I felt anything but sure. The church was filled with hushed conversations and worried glances. “I can’t believe this is happening,” I muttered to Fabian. “What if something terrible happened to her?”

He pulled me close. “Try not to think like that. We’ll find her, I promise.”

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**Chapter 4: The Return**

Just when I was about to insist on calling the authorities, the church doors burst open. Mom stumbled in, followed by Dad and my brothers. Her perfectly styled hair was a mess, her makeup smeared, and her golden dress wrinkled.

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