I walked into the cathedral hand in hand with my mom down the long central aisle and behold a dim and quiet interior with a congregation of people sited quietly and the prince standing at the altar.
The person that was supposed to walk me down the aisle in place of my mom is my father but it's quite unfortunate that he is not alive to witness his princess getting married.......tears welled up in my eyes as I thought about him but I just had to blink those tears back.
Earlier, my stepfather wanted to walk me down the aisle and I refused because I can't allow somebody that I gave no connection with take my father's place so I told my mom to walk me instead
I stopped my wandering thoughts and concentrated on my walking to prevent the story of the bride that stumbled while walking down the
