On the wedding day.
A million-dollar spectacle, staged to look like a medieval palace.
Thousands of white roses, flown in from overseas, blanketed the entire hall.
The city's elite filled every seat. Camera flashes never stopped.
Robert stood at the end of the aisle in a pure white custom suit.
He looked so handsome, so devoted. Like a real-life prince from a fairytale.
The orchestra struck up the wedding march.
Because my father was still in the care facility, I turned down Robert's suggestion of having a family member walk me down the aisle. I walked alone, one step at a time, toward him.
The heavy vintage gown trailed behind me, whispering against the carpet.
Robert watched me approach, his eyes so tender they seemed about to overflow.
He reached out and took my hand, steady a
