Soft white.
Lace around the sleeves.
Nothing too fancy.
Nothing too big.
Just perfect.
The kind of dress I could breathe in.
The kind of dress I could walk toward Beast in.
Dad came up behind me.
His eyes were wet.
He tried to hide it.
He failed too.
“You ready?” he asked.
My heart pounded.
Not from fear.
Not this time.
From happiness.
From knowing Beast was waiting for me.
From knowing that when I walked through those chapel doors, I would be walking toward the man who had protected me.
Loved me.
Chosen me.
Every single day.
“Yes,” I whispered.
Dad held out his arm.
I slipped mine through it.
Then the chapel doors opened.
And everything disappeared.
The flowers.
The guests.
The soft music.
The Magnolia Ladies sitting in the front row with tissues already in their hands.
