Douglas POV
Grandpa was one lucky man walking proudly with those two ladies towards us.
He had a broad grin, and his eyes sparkled with joy. His head was held high, and he was dressed like we were. You couldn't mistake him for being part of the bridal party. The only difference was his flower; it represented both sides. He had a blue carnation and rose, whereas we had a red rose.
I did not know who they had chosen to walk them down the aisle.
Grandpa was the best choice; I would have picked him if I had to choose.
Both ladies were beautiful in their own way.
Vicky was dressed as I would have expected. She is an out-of-the-box kind of lady, so you never know what she will do next. That is part of why we get along so well. She often comes into the office in clothes that are not off t
