Disclaimer: Okay, I'll admit it. I lied the first time. I don't own LwD.
Chapter Two
Twenty-three year old, Martina Allison Venturi had never looked more beautiful. She was wearing a white satin dress that reached the floor. The bodice was embellished with pearls and trimmed with lilac colored silk. The veil was white with a lilac silk trimming. Her shoulder length, black hair was curled with the sides pulled up by a silver butterfly clip. A few tendrils were left out to frame her face.
Her make up was done lightly to accentuate her natural beauty. She wore a pair of diamond earrings given to her by Derek for her eighteenth birthday and a silver heart shaped locket given to her by her fiance for their first Valentine's together. Here she was, a picture of beauty, walking down the aisle on her wedding day.
Her father George was trying his hardest not to break down as he escorted her to the altar. He had seen both his sons and step-daughters(one of them now a daughter) married off, but this was the hardest wedding he had ever had to do. His baby girl was getting married. She was leaving him for another, and he wasn't sure he could handle it.
I was standin' at the altar
Between the two loves of my life
To one I've been a daughter
To one I soon would be a wife
When they reached the altar the preacher began to speak.
"Welcome everyone. First, I would like to know who gives this young woman to be wed?"
When the preacher asked
"Who gives this woman?"
Daddy's eyes filled up with tears
He kept holdin' tightly to my arm
Til' I whispered in his ear
The only reply he received was silence. Everyone looked at George. He was holding on tightly to Marti's arm, tears blurring his vision.
With tears in her own eyes, Marti gave him a small smile. She stood on her tip toes and whispered in his ear.
"You can let go, Daddy. I love Dimi and he loves me. I'll still be your little girl. Nothing will ever change that. I'm not leaving for good. Yes, it's somewhat scary, but I'll be okay. I can do this. You can do this. You can let go."
"I know you can, Sweetheart. I love you," he whispered to her.
"I love you too, Daddy."
Nodding, George took a deep, shuddering breath and looked at the preacher.
"I, George Venturi, her father, give her away."
With that, he gave his daughter a kiss on the cheek, and left her at the altar to become the next Mrs. Davis. Leaving him for good.
Of Course, she wasn't really leaving. Dimi and Marti were both still in University. Since it was nearby, they were able to live at home. The McDonald-Venturi home that is. So after a two week honeymoon, George had his daughter back under his roof. She wasn't a little girl anymore, in more ways than one, but he didn't like to think about that. Therefore, in his eyes, she was still there, but gone at the same time. Since she was happy, he was too, but it still hurt. Though, no matter how much it hurt, he would always do anything for her.
You can let go now, Daddy
You can let go
Oh, I think I'm ready
To do this on my own
It's still a little bit scary
But I want you to know
I'll be okay now, Daddy
You can let go
Author's Note: Sorry for the long wait. I have to be like one of the worst up daters ever. Anyways, I hope you guys like this. Please leave a review and tell me what you think. Thanks! ~Jessi
