It's finally the day that you and your fiancé (soon husband), Johnny, have been planning for about a year. Your wedding. You were walking down the aisle, looking up at the man in front of you unable to contain your smile. Your father passed you off to Johnny, and he whispered in your ear while taking your hand.

"You look so beautiful, my little dove" He whispered softly to you, turning you to face him, a huge smile on his own face as well.