Divorce

∞ of Eight

(January 27th, 2015)

  I looked at my reflection in the mirror and smiled slightly. My dress, it was an all ivory lace, silhouette gown with an empire waist. My shoulders were left bare, it was sleeveless. The bottom, was where it puffed and it was pretty exaggerated, the train was longer than just a typical chapel length.

  At the empire waist there was a dark pink velvet ribbon that circled my waist about two inches wide with a formed, beautifully tied bow at the back. The skirt flowed, starting from my waist and ending at a small pool on the floor, making me look all the more elegant. It made me look petite, but rather tall.

  It was everything any woman of my age would want on her marriage, everything and maybe, I could pretend that this was what I wanted too and that is what made me grin, my mind, my thoughts.

  My  shoes added quite a few more inches to my height. They were simple, pearly white pumps, it really didn't matter, they weren't seen anyway. My hair was pulled up into something so beautiful that I couldn't describe and my make up was done with all care, the veil covering my face.

  "Are you ready, love?" my dad asked, holding his hand out.

  "I guess," I mumbled back, smiling slightly.

  "Where did your beautiful smile go, Cassidy? I haven't seen it for years. You're getting married, be happy," he said, smiling reassuringly.

  I chuckled and smiled back at him. I was doing all this for him, if I can can risk half my life, I think I can manage a good smile that he wants to see.

  "It's always there, daddy. Especially for you,"

  I took his held out hand, my small cold shaking one, into his large warm comforting one.

  We walked out of the dressing room where all the groomsmen and bridesmaids were lining up. Acacia was in the front of the line with her arms linked to Blake's arm, the best man.

  It felt like hours before the music cued my entrance. I gripped onto my father's jacket, literally digging my nails into his arm.

  I trembled with every step down the aisle, but looked straight into Jeremy's eyes, who was waiting for me at the alter, grinning like nothing else mattered, like no one was watching. I could tell that he was nervous too, but some how it reassured me. Once I got to the alter I turned to my father.

  I looked into his eyes that were tearing up, even though he wasn't showing it he was scared and nervous like me. He held on to my hand tightly, not moving at all. I leaned over to kiss his cheek and whispered into his ear

  "Daddy you can let go now, I'll be okay. You will always be my daddy and I will always be your little girl."

  "Okay, Cassidy," he said in a low raspy voice "but promise me one thing."

  I pulled back and looked into his eyes, nodding slowly. They are about to burst with tears like mine.

  "Promise me you will always smile and be happy and always remember that I love you." He said. A tear escaped from his eye.

  I swallowed hard "I promise. I love you." was all I could say.

  He turned to Jeremy and pulled him into a quick one armed hug and patted his shoulder before giving my hands to Jeremy's.

  My father looked at me one more time and turned to take his seat in the front row next my mother.

  I turned to Jeremy, who offered me a quick smile, and then looked at the minister and nodded my head.