and I was grateful for that. I already had a mother and didn’t need a new one. I bet she knew that was a better way to win me over to her side, not that I need to be enticed to like her. As long as my dad was happy with her, I was satisfied.
Dad checked his appearance in the mirror again and nodded his approval. I smiled at him and reached up to give him a peck on the cheek. He held me in a warm embrace for a brief moment, and for that brief moment, I felt very loved.
“I love you, sweetheart,” he said.
“Love you too, Dad. Come on, time to get you married,” I said, breaking the embrace. I didn’t want to start crying, as I was already on the verge of tears. “Shall we?”
“Yes. Let’s not keep my bride waiting,” he said. He held my hand as we walked out of the cabin towards the main deck where the ceremony was to take place.
I was elected to walk my dad out to the wedding instead of walking in as a bridesmaid. It was Alyssa’s idea and I didn’t mind. It did feel special walking with Dad, and I imagined that in a few years, he would be walking me down the aisle.
CHAPTER 3
The deck was decorated with cream tulle and fresh calla lilies. Several chairs were arranged in a row, and a red carpet trailed from one end of the deck to the gazebo. Everything was elegant and tasteful. I wondered for a moment if Alyssa had picked out the flowers by herself or someone else had suggested them to her. This thought caused me to chuckle, and Dad looked at me like I was weird.
“It’s beautiful,” I whispered. “Alyssa does have some good taste in things other than men.”
He laughed as we both made our way up to the makeshift gazebo that had been set up for the wedding, waving at some family members and friends who had made it on the cruise and were seated in the rows.
Alyssa soon appeared. She was walked down the aisle by Nick and Todd. In the sunlight and under the magic of the moment, the boys looked so handsome, and for a brief moment, I was happy that they were going to be my brothers. Heck, if I was going to inherit some brothers, I might as well get drop-dead gorgeous ones. At least I could have girls envying me whenever we went out together.
Dad was all smiles, a grin spreading from one ear to the other and broadening as Alyssa moved closer. She made an absolutely beautiful bride in her simple but elegant white sheath wedding gown and shimmering veil. I wondered how she had managed to find such an elegant dress for herself but dumped me in a ball gown from Candyland? I made a mental note to ask my bridesmaids when and if I ever got married for their input in their gowns.
I was quiet through the whole ceremony, but I didn’t really pay attention to the words being said as my mind was focused on Josh and our impending breakup. It was painful that I had invested almost two years of my life with someone who had turned out to be an asshole. It was even more painful that my dad had seen it, warned me, but I was too grown-up to listen to anything he had to say. As I stood there, listening to the couple exchange vows of happiness and forever love, I felt tears well in my eyes and fought hard to control myself. I would let the tears fall in private, if at all.
The ceremony was short and sweet; within minutes, my dad was married. He kissed the bride so intensely that people started shouting “get a room.” I couldn’t imagine what was going to go down in his room that night. The thought alone almost made me gag. I didn’t want to know what my dad did behind closed doors alone, much less with his new wife. The thought of him, straddled by Alyssa, was too much to bear; I started giggling, forgetting my sorrows. Nick looked at me with a confused look and a smile. I had a feeling that he was going to bring that up in conversation sooner or later.
Dad and Alyssa looked so blissful together. I wondered if I would ever find such happiness. I had been happy with Josh at first, until he started treating me
Dad checked his appearance in the mirror again and nodded his approval. I smiled at him and reached up to give him a peck on the cheek. He held me in a warm embrace for a brief moment, and for that brief moment, I felt very loved.
“I love you, sweetheart,” he said.
“Love you too, Dad. Come on, time to get you married,” I said, breaking the embrace. I didn’t want to start crying, as I was already on the verge of tears. “Shall we?”
“Yes. Let’s not keep my bride waiting,” he said. He held my hand as we walked out of the cabin towards the main deck where the ceremony was to take place.
I was elected to walk my dad out to the wedding instead of walking in as a bridesmaid. It was Alyssa’s idea and I didn’t mind. It did feel special walking with Dad, and I imagined that in a few years, he would be walking me down the aisle.
CHAPTER 3
The deck was decorated with cream tulle and fresh calla lilies. Several chairs were arranged in a row, and a red carpet trailed from one end of the deck to the gazebo. Everything was elegant and tasteful. I wondered for a moment if Alyssa had picked out the flowers by herself or someone else had suggested them to her. This thought caused me to chuckle, and Dad looked at me like I was weird.
“It’s beautiful,” I whispered. “Alyssa does have some good taste in things other than men.”
He laughed as we both made our way up to the makeshift gazebo that had been set up for the wedding, waving at some family members and friends who had made it on the cruise and were seated in the rows.
Alyssa soon appeared. She was walked down the aisle by Nick and Todd. In the sunlight and under the magic of the moment, the boys looked so handsome, and for a brief moment, I was happy that they were going to be my brothers. Heck, if I was going to inherit some brothers, I might as well get drop-dead gorgeous ones. At least I could have girls envying me whenever we went out together.
Dad was all smiles, a grin spreading from one ear to the other and broadening as Alyssa moved closer. She made an absolutely beautiful bride in her simple but elegant white sheath wedding gown and shimmering veil. I wondered how she had managed to find such an elegant dress for herself but dumped me in a ball gown from Candyland? I made a mental note to ask my bridesmaids when and if I ever got married for their input in their gowns.
I was quiet through the whole ceremony, but I didn’t really pay attention to the words being said as my mind was focused on Josh and our impending breakup. It was painful that I had invested almost two years of my life with someone who had turned out to be an asshole. It was even more painful that my dad had seen it, warned me, but I was too grown-up to listen to anything he had to say. As I stood there, listening to the couple exchange vows of happiness and forever love, I felt tears well in my eyes and fought hard to control myself. I would let the tears fall in private, if at all.
The ceremony was short and sweet; within minutes, my dad was married. He kissed the bride so intensely that people started shouting “get a room.” I couldn’t imagine what was going to go down in his room that night. The thought alone almost made me gag. I didn’t want to know what my dad did behind closed doors alone, much less with his new wife. The thought of him, straddled by Alyssa, was too much to bear; I started giggling, forgetting my sorrows. Nick looked at me with a confused look and a smile. I had a feeling that he was going to bring that up in conversation sooner or later.
Dad and Alyssa looked so blissful together. I wondered if I would ever find such happiness. I had been happy with Josh at first, until he started treating me
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