His lips twitch, trying not to show the pain. “Your dad paid for everything. He said—”
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“I don’t care what he said. I care what you did. You were willing to disappear for me, to make him comfortable. But that’s not how this goes.”
My heart pounds as I reach for his hand.
“Come with me.”
He pulls his hand back. “I don’t want to
ruin your day.”
“Tim,” I say, loud enough for half the church to hear, “you are part of this day. You’re part of my life.”
He hesitates, eyes searching mine like he’s looking for permission.
“You walked me through my entire childhood,” I whisper. “You deserve to walk me down the aisle.”
Behind us, my dad stiffens in the front row. His arms are crossed
now, his face dark and unreadable.
I turn to the guests, most of whom are now fully invested in this sudden plot twist.
“Ladies and gentlemen,” I say with a shaky smile, “we’re making a small change in the program.”
A few polite chuckles.
I take Tim’s arm, and together, we walk slowly down the aisle. This time, my steps feel light. Free. Whole. I can feel
the shift in the air, in the way people look at us. Some are confused, others are teary-eyed.
Jason meets my eyes and nods. He understands. That’s why I’m marrying him.
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At the altar, Tim kisses my forehead, and I hear him whisper, “Thank you.”
“No,” I say, blinking fast. “Thank you.”
The ceremony begins again, this time with everything exactly as it should← Previous Pagethe shift in the air, in the way people look at us. Some are confused, others are teary-eyed.Jason meets my eyes and nods. He understands. That’s why I’m marrying him.
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At the altar, Tim kisses my forehead, and I hear him whisper, “Thank you.”
“No,” I say, blinking fast. “Thank you.”
The ceremony begins again, this time with everything exactly as it should← Previous Pagebe.But the story doesn’t end there.At the reception, my dad keeps his distance. He nurses a scotch by the bar, his face unreadable. I dance with Jason, I laugh with friends, but I keep watching my dad out of the corner of my eye.Finally, after the cakeis cut and the bouquet is tossed, I walk over to him.
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“Dad.”
He doesn’t look at me.
“You could’ve said
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