Walking down the aisle together
The music started playing, signaling the beginning of the procession. Usually, a father stands beside the bride, ready to give her away.
Since my father had abandoned his duty, Francis took my hand firmly in his. We walked down the aisle together, shoulder to shoulder, facing the guests as a united front.
Whispers rippled through the pews as people noticed I was not walking with my father. I kept my head high and focused solely on the altar ahead.