Emerald
I walked down the aisle with my dad's hand firmly wrapped around mine. My knees felt weak and wobbly with each stride I took toward my soon-to-be husband, who I could already see from afar with a neutral look on his face.
"I'm so sorry about this, Emerald. I hope one day you'll come to understand and forgive me," dad spoke, squeezing my hand softly. I wanted nothing more than to push his hand away from mine, but I would rather not create a scene, so I managed to remain calm even though I was burning on the inside.
I had the strong urge to cry because everything just felt so unreal, and I felt so suffocated, but I knew that this wasn't the time or the place for me to let out my emotions the way I wanted to. I could feel the numerous eyes and me, and I didn't want to cause any more trouble that would complicate things even further for me.
