Today is the last day of being an unmarried person, I thought to myself. Tomorrow, I was getting married. Jack and I had already done a few rehearsals to make everything less stressful. Everyone on the island was coming to witness it. My maid of honour was Daria, and the bridesmaids were Jyoti, Eloise, Celine, and Minnie. The person that would marry us was Torquin, which was odd, but he was the closest thing to a priest that we had.
The ceremony would start at one in the afternoon, after the breakfast. I was feeling so stressed. What would it be like to have been walked down the aisle by Dad? I wasn't sure. It felt scary for some reason. It also felt sad because it meant I would be growing up. I would no longer be a girl, but now a woman. A wife.
It was a big responsibility. It would mean cooking, which was thankfully something Jack would do. It would mean cleaning, washing, etc., which was my responsibility
Would our marriage make it? Would we remain soul mates or get divorced? Am I good enough for Jack? Is it too early like Mom said it is? Am I ready?
I could feel someone taking my hand.
"Aly," said Dad, his smooth hand firmly taking mine. "Tomorrow is a big day. It's going to be a huge responsibility."
I looked at him.
"Daddy, I-" He put a finger on my lips. I see tears running down his cheeks. It wasn't any different than me.
"I'll miss you. All I want is the best for you." He cupped my chin in his hands.
"Best of luck."
I hugged him hard.
It was something both of us needed.