Same as before on the challenge, song is 'I Loved Her First' by Heartland.
It had rained that morning, was still raining in fact, and more than a few of the guests were eying the weather with alarm and whispering about bad luck.
The young woman who was the center of attention, however, was smiling.
She wasn't oblivious to what was going on outside the windows. She'd had to lift her massive skirt and jump a puddle to get inside after all.
Having to resist the urge to land in the puddle had been the only bad part about it so far.
All of her life she had been told she was the very image of her mother and had her father's spirit. Neither was necessarily said in compliment, but she always took it that way.
That was just the kind of person she was, and it showed in all she did.
Her bouquet had been a single sunflower, large and unorthodox, but appropriate nevertheless.
To the guests who'd expressed concerns about the rain she'd said simply that it was the angels weeping with joy for her today.
She was currently standing with her family and her beloved, thanking each person individually and sincerely, for their presence here. To listen to her, you'd think they were the guest of honor.
And then the band started the first strains of the song she'd picked out.
It was one of her very favorites and she'd refused to even consider another for this special number.
Turning to the man on her right whose smile was identical to hers, she slipped her hand in his. He looked at her and she nodded to the dance floor.
With a courtly bow that had taken him weeks to perfect for just this moment, he kissed her knuckles, then extended a hand to indicate she should go first.
The dance floor was cleared and they took up positions in the center.
He took the first step and she followed precisely, a credit to the years of dancing lessons she'd taken since childhood.
"Daddy," she asked softly, "why is everyone staring at you?"
He smiled and chuckled. "Because if I'm dancing with you right now, then I must be the luckiest guy in the world."
She chuckled in response.
"Some would say that title belongs to someone else in the room today."
He shook his head and spun her out.
"They're wrong."
Spinning back she retook her place in his arms, then cocked her head. "Why?"
"Because he had to wait twenty-five years and will always have to share you. For those same twenty-five years I had you all to myself. And I loved you first."
That's it. The end. Sorry. But it was good, right? :D
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