“Daddy…please don’t make me cry.” I can barely speak. My throat is tight and I hate how emotional I am. We exchange a long hug and when we pull away, his face is back to being stone-cold. I can hear the music playing in the background, which is our cue that it’s starting.
“Time to go!” Aunt Charlotte yells on the other side of the door and Dad gives me a nod.
It’s time.
From around the corner, I watch James walk down the aisle next to Ginny, who’s throwing flower petals up in the air instead of down on the ground. A few people chuckle, and I smile at her cute innocence. Logan and Kayla are standing like statues next to one another as they wait for their turn to walk down, and it’s not until Aunt Charlotte forces them together does Kayla loop her arm in his. I want to laugh at how silly
