~Angela~
My father waits for me halfway down the aisle. That's the only time my gaze on Gael breaks. My father smiles at me, kisses my cheek, and then takes my hand and folds it around his arm. We slowly walk the rest of the way down the aisle. I feel my father's hand on top of mine—warm and huge. It makes me teary-eyed to know that he has approved of my relationship with Gael and has given us his blessing. And right now, he's literally going to hand me over to him.
A couple of weeks ago, Alessandro and Aurora flew down to Mayne and spent the weekend with my family. It was unusual to see my father with them, but surprisingly, they were all cordial to each other. Dorothy came for a Sunday dinner at my father's house and we all had a good time. Now, I can really look forward to those kinds of nights where my family and Gael's come together.