It was your wedding day..You were marrying the suitors that had been torturing your son and your daughter, and tormenting you..

It was the worst day ever..It was horrible, your children's soon-to-be stepdad was watching with a smirk, your daughter was rather young and hated the fact she had to be here.

She missed her real dad, aka your husband, the one who had been missing for years after going off to war. She was the flower girl. Your older son, Telemachus, was the ring bearer.

The two were miserable..

Now it's time of your daughter to walk down the aisle with the flowers before you walked down with your father..