The 12th Wedding - When love is reborn

"Hola Mama!  Papa! " She was a little girl dressed in a beige frock and pink leggings.  Her hair resembled Alvyn's . She was pretty like her mama . Though for the time the family were not acknowledged by the royal family yet they didn't seem to leave the customs and traditions of the royalty . Their home and way of living was exactly the same . Alisha admired them for it .

"Hana!  Were you playing in the gardens again ? " Elena stood up and walked up to her and lifted her . She then came before the guests to introduce her .

"Ah is she your little daughter ?" Alisha spoke

"Yes . " Alvyn turned to his daughter

" Hana this is your uncle you always wanted to meet and that pretty lady is your Aunty "  Hana's eyes lit up and a wide grin was seen on her face . She ran towards him as they were sitting on the opposite side of the hall. Elena asked the maids to arrange for refreshments .

"Are you Uncle Zen !? But you don't look like him " Zen removed hos fake beard and the turban his bright silver hair falling perfectly .

"Ahhhh ..... You are him from the photo ... yessss... You are my uncle Papa Hana is so happy "  Looking her si overjoyed Zen was stunned he lifted her and made her sit on his lap.

"So you are Hana ... Nice to meet you "

"I'm so happy ! Thank you Papa I knew you would get me a nice gift  " Zen and Alvyn exchanged glances .

"Uncle I'm going to be with for the whole day "

"Sure Hana."