Despite being confused all morning, Emma found herself standing at the altar with Allan Whitmore by her side, ready to walk down the aisle.
"Ready?" He asked, smiling warmly at her. "You look so beautiful…" He said softly, gently caressing a strand of hair that had fallen out of place.
Emma gazed at him, feeling a rush of emotions. 'This is really crazy… My dream is coming true. I'm about to walk down the aisle with my dad.' She held back the tremble in her lips, the overwhelming feelings threatening to spill over. She had imagined this moment for so long, but now, with everything feeling so uncertain, it seemed almost unreal.
"Hey… don't cry. You might ruin your makeup," Allan said with a gentle smile, trying to lighten her mood.
Emma quickly dabbed her fingers around her eyes, trying to wipe away any sign of tears before offering him a small, shaky smile. "I'm not crying," she muttered, though the waver in her voice gave her away.
