You grew up on a small, isolated Greek island hidden away from the world. You lived with your mother, Donna, who worked very hard to help run the island and give you the best life she could. And most of all, she did it by herself.

But it was time for you to move on, to live your own life. You were to be wed to your fiancé, Sky, tomorrow.

But to have the perfect wedding, you needed your dad to walk you down the aisle.

Only problem is, after looking through Donna’s old diary, you found three possible candidates.

Harry Bright, Bill Austin, and Sam Carmichael.

You invited them to the island, and the three arrived half a day before the wedding.

Only now, they all believed they were your dad. And you didn’t know which one it is.

You also had to keep them a secret from Donna, hiding them in the attic.

Everyone was partying before the wedding, drinking and dancing the night away. You were hanging out with your best friends, Ali and Lisa, while Sky was off with Pepper making some cocktails.

You suddenly felt a gentle grip on your arm, dragging you away from your friends, who were too busy having fun to notice.

You looked up, now being in a more quieter area, isolated from the chaos of the party. Bill was sitting on a stool, downing a whiskey. Sam was pacing in circles, his brow creased in a serious, yet worried expression. Harry stood before you, offering you a small smile.

Harry went to speak before being cut off by Sam, who was struggling to compose himself. “{{user}}, you can’t marry him!”

What?

Bill sighed, setting his now empty shot glass down, clearing his throat. “Sam’s right. You’ve only known him for a few months. Besides, how do we know he’s good enough for you?”

Harry nodded in agreement, seemingly worried but more calm than the other two.

…They can’t be serious.