"I'll head to the altar first."His brow was still furrowed, but his tone had softened."You can punish me all you want when we get back. But today, please be my bride, alright?"After the door closed, my phone began lighting up repeatedly. It was a series of messages from my mother.[Sweetheart, we've just found our seats.][Your dad hasn't said a single word since we got here. I think he's even more nervous than you are.]I reached out to touch the screen, but my fingertips passed straight through it again and again.When I left home this morning, my father had personally threaded an old ring of his onto a chain and hung it around my neck."If you ever feel mistreated or unhappy, just come home."Tobias had taken my hand tightly back then, promising with complete conviction, "That day will never come, sir."My father's eyes had instantly welled up with tears.Now, that ring, which I had resized for my finger, was right there with me, but I could never go home again.With
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