My Dad's Bestfriend novel Chapter 85

Evelyn

The soft music played softly in the background as Clara walked gracefully down the aisle. The room's lighting dimmed, and the flowers seemed to come alive, their petals glistening in the subdued light. A pin-drop silence spread across the room as the haunting melody of a violin began to fill the air. At the end of the stage, My Dad stood, with Jacob by his side.

I had the honor of walking her down the aisle, and my smile never wavered as I observed her and then glanced at her dad. His expression was one of sheer awe, as if Clara were a dream walking toward him—yes she was his dream and I was so happy that they were getting this chance—to spend their life together.

It was impossible not to notice the hitch in his breath at that first glimpse of her.

God..this wedding was a history.

Gradually, tears welled up in Dad's eyes, and as I looked at Clara, it became increasingly difficult to hold back my own. I didn't want to cry, but this moment was simply too precious. The two most precious people in my life were getting married, uniting as one.

This is all I'd ever wished for them. They were my family. My family...

The guests and some distant relatives all rose to their feet, showering rose petals upon her as she made her way. A soft sniffle escaped her as she looked at her father and shared a smile. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Mason, tears streaming down his face as he sobbed like a baby, and hopeless and frustrated Nancy who struggled to console him.

Jennie watched in wide-eyed wonder, as though she were witnessing a scene from a Disney movie.

Mom and Jack, too, stood up, their faces beaming with happiness. Jack leaned in to press a kiss on Mom's temple before whispering, "We're next, babe." She blushed, leaning into his shoulder with a smile.

"They look beautiful," My mom whispered.

And then, my eyes finally locked with Jacob's, and his emotions were unfiltered—there was no fear in them. It was just open and free. Awe shone in his eyes, mirroring the wonder I felt. It was indescribable, a whirlwind of butterflies and roses, lavender and gardens, sparks and fireworks, all swirling within us—all at once—just between us.

We reached the center of the aisle, and Clara stood beside Dad, who was already teary-eyed.

"You look...beautiful, love," Dad whispered as the priest took his place before them.

She held out her hands and they held hands, "I love you..." She whispered.

Jacob and I, locked in a gaze that refused to break, stepped back from the center, standing side by side but still connected by the electricity in the air. He slid his hand around my waist, pulling me closer. His colonge wafted into my nostrills causing sparks to erupt everywhere acorss my skin.

"I love you, Evelyn," he leaned in closer to my ear and whispered.

I couldn't tear my eyes away from him—he and this moment both were magnificent, "I love you too, Jacob."

The priest's voice resonated through the microphone.