As Emily walks down the aisle, she feels like she is finally living her wedding dream. The dress is perfect, as is the venue, the music and the groom. Until the moment of the vows, when Jason completely humiliates her in front of everyone. But later, she gets a taste of her own medicine.
This was the day she had been waiting for. After months of wedding planning and dieting to fit into the dress of my dreams. The moment arrived.
“Happy,” I said simply. “I’ve been dreaming of this moment for years, Dad.”
We walked down the aisle to the soft music I had chosen months earlier. The guitarist was sitting on a wooden stool.
I frowned, hoping he understood that there was nothing pretty or romantic about his words. But he ignored me and continued.
“Besides, I’ll tolerate you singing in the shower. You may sound like a cat in distress, but at least it makes me appreciate good music! And most of all, Emily,” he said.
My stomach churned. Suddenly, the bubble of my dream burst. Nothing was as it had been moments before.
“I’m so sorry, Emily,” Jason said next to me. “I thought I was being funny, but I can see how ridiculous I was. Give me another chance.”
“Okay,” I said. “But it’s going to take more than lip service to fix things.”