Naomi's heart clenched as a wave of pain hit her. In all the weddings she had attended, the bride was always accompanied by her father, guiding her down the aisle to the groom. But her reality was different. She forced a weak smile, although it was clearly strained. Her grip on the bouquet tightened so fiercely that she was amazed it didn't crumble in her hands.
"It's okay, Miss Naomi. I'm with you," Rhea reassured her softly, sensing her unease. The gentle words brought Naomi a small measure of comfort, reminding her that she wasn't entirely alone, even if this was just Rhea's duty. Naomi knew that Rhea had gone beyond what was expected, doing her best to make her feel less like a prisoner in her own wedding. For that, Naomi was genuinely thankful.
