I watched as my soon to be father-in-law held his daughter’s hand as he walked down the aisle.
Tears streamed down his face as the wedding march that played in the background reminded him that, in a few minutes, he would be watching me hold his daughter’s hand and slipping on her ring.
He walked up to the altar and I took hold of her hand, grinning from ear to ear. It was the happiest day of my life.
My bride’s father got down on his knees and started begging. “Please, I did what you asked. Just please give my daughter back.”
I glared at him. “Shut up and stop ruining the moment. If you sit back down and enjoy the ceremony, maybe I’ll tell you where I’ve hidden the rest of her body.”