M.A.R. Leigh

I'm Your Daughter

Dress. Aisle. Seat. Ceremony. Pictures. The list repeats in my head. I want to make sure I don’t forget it, even though I’ve had it memorized for what feels like a lifetime. Dress. Aisle. Seat. Ceremony. Pictures. That’s all, I just have to get through those five things. I figure the reception will be so packed that I won’t have to deal with her, that’ll be Dad and Isaac’s job. She’ll see the dress, we’ll have our moment, then they’ll walk me down the aisle before taking their seats, leaving me home free for the ceremony and reception. Guilt creeps into my mind. I shouldn’t be looking forward to not interacting with her.