The music saved me from myself. I heard my cue, and I didn’t stand a chance of looking my best when I saw my future husband at the altar. “Come on, sis’. It’s time to go.” “Priest?” I said dumbly clearly seeing who he was. “I can’t allow my sister to walk herself down the aisle, can I? You look beautiful by the way,” he complimented. I nodded my head because I knew words would only make me cry. I realized we never talked about it, but I remembered Prince walking Satisa down the aisle. Now, Priest was standing in the gap for me.
