“Well, if you’re not going to ask me to walk you down the aisle, I’m going to invite myself.” He pushed his way into the aisle and took my arm in his, then gave me a familiar nudge. “This doesn’t mean I approve, you know,” he whispered to me. “Good. This would feel a lot less exciting if I knew my dad was okay with it.” To my surprise, nobody else said a word as we made our way up to the altar. My dad kissed me on the forehead, which he hadn’t done since I was a little girl, and gave my back a quick pat before he moved away to leave me standing in front of Rich and Stella.
