"Are you ready?" Raven quickly turns her eyes instantly flooding with the threat of tears. She won't allow them to fall. He smiles at her adjusting his tie that he didn't seem to used to having. Just like how she felt about this dress.
"What are you doing here?" She whispers afraid to speak any louder still not trusting those tears not to fall.
"I know you wanted a traditional wedding and I…"
"Actually they wanted a traditional wedding." She interjects and he smirks.
"Be that as it may. In traditional weddings the bride is often walked down the aisle by their father. I may not have had that honor but I'm willing to take that role." With that a few tears break the command they were given. Raven sees he is starting to lose the battle too.
"You want to give me away?"
"If you'll allow me the honor. You deserve this and more. It would mean a lot for me."
"And me too. Thank you Marcus." She leans over and gently places a kiss on his cheek.
"You are welcome Raven. Come on it's time." He interlocks his arms with his giving her a hand a little squeeze.