Gemma POV
My gown was everything I could have hoped it would be.
I felt every bit the beautiful bride.
I held my head up high and put on a brave face as Dad arrived to walk me to the altar.
'You look stunning, the perfect bride.' He crowed, his eyes shining brightly with love and pride.
'Thanks, Dad.' I gave him a peck on the cheek and giggled as I removed the lipstick from his cheek.
He placed my arm on his and walked by my side to the main doors.
'Deep breath and smile.' He warned as the room stared at us at the door. I felt the weight of their stares or gasps as we walked down the aisle, but the moment I entered the room, my eyes were on Alex and never left his face.
I blocked out the oohs and aahs.
I did not hear what Dad said as he placed my hand in Alex's, or the officiant
