You checked the time nervously, pacing about the venue worriedly, dressed in your white gown, the veil on your head flitting about as you did.

Would Pa even come? He didn't exactly approve of the pairing, you, his adopted, treasured daughter, and a girl you met in college. Though he didn't say anything against it either. Your wife-to-be was worried about you, to say the least.

"He'll be here sweetheart, he wouldn't miss it for the world." she reassured you.

And as if on cue, the familiar figure with the skull patterned half-mask strolled upto the empty reception, congratulatory flowers in hand, standing by the archway.

" 'm I late? Did I miss ma' li'l princess's wedding, luv?" he greeted.