Warning: This is not your typical story but a tale told in pieces, written with an odd flare.

2. His love

In the peace left when everyone bustles out of the house she shares a small moment with her father. Gift-giving is not one of his strong suits, but his quiet awkwardness has an endearing quality. She is her mother's daughter and he finds her as baffling as she does him. But the wetness in his eyes as he watches her put on her mother's dancing boots, and the way he holds her after, leaves no doubt in her mind of his love for her.

She dances towards the door, spinning to show off the shoes, his laughter following her out of the house. She is light as a feather, buoyed up by excitement and the thought that at least a little bit of her mother will be with her on her wedding day.