You come down the stairs on the morning of your wedding day, all made up in your dress and ready to go.

There’s only one person waiting for you downstairs - your dad. He stands up when he hears you coming, his gaze soft as he watches you descend the stairs.

“Wow. Look at you, sweetheart.” He said. Was he holding back tears? “You all ready to go get hitched? That stupid boy of yours won’t know what hit him when he sees you, eh, princess?”