My dress is perfect, like there wasn't a more perfect dress for this occasion, but, my God, it has been such a hassle. It is a beautiful dark blue evening gown. It is full sleeved and has an empire waist, which makes the thin hourglass shape I carry look decent. It would be touching the floor if I wasn't wearing these high heels, which, contrary to my belief, is actually comfortable. 

The lace that is on top of the bodice has a floral pattern which takes this dress to another level. Everyone has been encouraging me to put on some weight for the wedding but the dress is still not perfectly fitted. I chose a sort of bronzy makeup cause it was the only one I could find that matches the dress and the jewelry. I am loving all the pearls with this look; glad I am getting another dad who is good at this type of stuff. My hair though is just straightened, curtaining my face; Now thinking about it I am pretty sure I am not doing this look justice.

Dani and I were dealing with the last minute details. It has been nothing but running around, up and down, left and right, just in continuous circles,  for the both of us. And if my struggle with the dress was hard it was nothing compared to Dani.

We both decided to wear dark blue. Her dress is longer in the back and shorter in the front, kind of leaving a train behind. It has a sweetheart neckline, it is sleeveless and practically backless, and it is belted around the middle. The buckle on the belt is big and covered with rhinestones. Her hair is so elaborate but her makeup is so simple that her outfit just flows! Not to mention her nails which she miraculously managed to match with her shoes. If we both weren't romantically occupied with someone I would have asked her out right then and there.

When I finally got done talking to the videographer I went to go see the boys. Their only job and headache was to seat everyone correctly. When I got to the entrance of the tent Joshua was standing there by himself. He was going to say something to me but all I did was snatch the seating chart out of his hands and made sure that everyone was seated correctly. When I saw that it was actually right I handed him the clipboard back and allowed his greeting to take place.

"Hey there, Maid-zilla!" he said brightly.

"I have not-"

I wanted to get my word in but Joshua put his finger on my mouth, telling me to shut it. I still tried talking but then he verbally told me to be quiet.

"For your own good," he said. He jammed his fists in his pocket and looked so carelessly around.

Joshua is wearing a smoky grey suit. But instead of a button down he is wearing a dark grey turtleneck under his jacket. A two toned outfit, if you will. He tried doing something with his hair but in the end it was a cute mess on his head. He has his rings on, though not on that finger, and his matching silver chain. Plus he got nails painted so it pulls everything together so nicely. And to tie it off, though there was no tie, a plain black belt and shoes.

"You're looking sharp," I said.

"Why thank you, madam. And might I add that you are looking so regal this evening," he said in a fake royal accent. I don't know what's wrong with my friends but life would be boring as heck without them. He took my hand and brought it to his lips, planting a kiss on them. I laughed and returned the kind gesture with a small curtsey.

"Regal is an understatement. I think no divinity has created a word that can describe you, darling," Greyson said, walking up the aisle towards us. At the word 'darling' Joshua immediately left and busied himself with something. Greyson and I tend to just use our real names instead of nick or pet names for each other, a habit we just resumed from our friendship (plus it was too much to keep on calling the other person 'babe'), but when we do use them it means something is going down.

We both agreed not to do anything till we are both ready. We talked about it here and there before, like we would just bring in passing or something like that,  but recently the topic has been discussed more and more. We have NEVER, and I mean never, done anything before, even despite sharing a bed at night, but I guess something just clicked in our minds. (It was a bit of an uncomfortable and awkward and a little embarrassing conversation with Dad, and Victor, but it felt like the right thing to do. I mean to not would just be a lot for Dad. Trust me at first Dad was completely against it, saying that it would be reckless and we are too young, and we dropped it for a bit, but in the end he agreed. He says that we are responsible adults and that we know the pros and cons of it. He says that whatever happens will be our responsibility, but he will never let us go, and that what happens happens.)

"Happy early birthday to me," he said, each word said in a deep and slow voice. I put my hands on his neck and he put his on my waist, hanging onto them loosely. We stood to the side and conversation kept on going. He pulled me closer to him and his eyes just kept on going up and down and up and down. Surprised his eyes haven't rolled out of his head. He smirks a bit and I had to look away. The blush was too much.

"You don't look too bad yourself," I said. I just realized that they decided to wear matching colors too. He is wearing a smoky grey suit too. He wore a short sleeved light grey button down. He let the top button open and was not wearing a tie which makes this look more like a party outfit than a formal outfit. Even though he lost a few pounds the suit is still looking really good on him. He wore brown shoes and a belt instead black though. I know the wedding party, the groomsmen and bridesmaids and all those important people, are supposed to wear the same outfits, but where is the fun in that? I mean we are wearing matching outfits but there is a little spur of our personalities in them.

"You're nervous?" he asked as I looked over his shoulder. There were some people standing around, having a little party to themselves. I know almost everyone that we invited, and I know that they are not bad people, but I made a mental note to myself to not let Joshua ten feet near them. We do not need another person throwing up, especially if that person has to go through TSA later.

"What makes you say that?"

"I don't mean to gross you out, but your palms are sweaty." Knees weak, arms are heavy, there's vomit on his sweater already, mom's spaghetti... 

I took my hands off of him and rubbed them together, feeling how moist they were. Not to mention I put on a little bit of lotion so that explains why I was having a hard time opening anything earlier. He chuckled and handed me his handkerchief. I was wiping my hands when I felt someone standing behind me. They tapped me and I knew that I was about to be busy again.

"Hey Daisy, everyone is situated. Should we get started already?"

I turned around and found Shelby, Victor's sister, who was officiating the wedding. She and her family- her husband and 3 kids- came really early to help out. We had a chance to talk before things started to get wild. So far all I know about her is that she is 24 years old, stable financially and emotionally- working on the social bit- and that a small part of her still wished, and would still have liked, to be called 'Mrs. Clooney' or 'Mrs. McIntyre". She says she doesn't mind either.

"Yeah, let me go get Dad and Victor."

The three of us went our separate ways. Shelby and Greyson went inside the tent while I went inside to find the soon-to-be married couple. 

They were in the kitchen, having a drink. They were leaning against the counter, laughing and becoming drunk on love this time around. As they came into my field of vision I saw their looks clearly, for the first-time mind you. They both were wearing tan, almost bordering cream, colored suits. Victor was wearing a three piece. White shirt underneath, brown belt and shoes, he curled his hair so that it looks even more Newt Scamander, but there is just a little piece missing. Dad, being so upright, is the perfect description of a groom. Everything about him is so straight and precise. Taking Victor's lead with most of the accessories he looked like he was the only one who looks the least to get dancing on the floor tonight.

"Dad," I said as I approached them. They were having an early toast, sipping on some 1994, if you know what I mean (and also a bit strong to be quite frank), gifted to them by one of the neighbors.

"This is my first and last one," he promised. He downed the rest of it and set his glass down, as though he was determined not to touch it again. It is a bit bizarre that all of a sudden he is doing it more frequently, it used to be an occasional thing, but at the end of the day he is a full-grown adult who is responsible of making his own choices. 

I looked at Victor who was a bit cheerier than his usual self, and that is saying something because you could never make this goofball lose his smile. "This is my third and last one," he said humorously. I was going to say something to them, but I reminded myself that today is their day. Sometimes being ignorant is blissful.

"Everyone is ready for you guys," I said as I leaned against the counter opposite them. I grabbed the nearest food item to me and munched on it. My stomach hungrily took all the energy and dispersed it across my body. I barely had time to properly digest food all day. I was feeling shaky but I'm not sure if it was related to the lack of food today. 

"Okay," Dad said. He took Victor's glass out of his hand, even though Victor tried resisting for a fourth, and stood there. After a little recon they both looked at me and instantly became sober, as though they wanted to say something.

"Daisy, I just want to let you-" Dad began. 

"No! Don't say anything. We already cried twice today. We don't need to charm it a third time." I wiped my eyes from the very small tears already forming in the corners. We cried once while we were eating our very light breakfast and again when we were getting ready. Bless the fool who came up with waterproof makeup.

"Alright," Victor said excitedly, "Let's rock and roll! Woo!" He punched the air and was bouncing around like an excited kid.

"Calm down or people will know you were drinking," Dad said as he straightened out Victor's lapel.

I headed outside and took my seat next to Greyson. Another thing we aren't doing: Only them two are walking down the aisle. Not their parents, or anybody from the wedding party, even all the way to the small little flower girl. No one is taking up their space. The four of us were as close as you can get to the lovers.

I sat down, managing to get a deep breath in, before nodding to Shelby, who was already standing at the altar. She nodded to the small quartet who started to play a beautiful, mellow piece. It wasn't "Here Comes The Bride", there was no point in playing it, but it was something that played out the tunes of love. Cheesy, am I right?

Victor came out first and started walking. Each step he took made people snigger. He was giving everyone a funny look or just plain smiling which cracked people up. I am surprised he didn't pull out his inner Screech Powers, via season 8 episode 4, and use the gimpy leg. When he is around it is one hell of a party. You don't know if he is going to be the responsible one cleaning up or the one who is the loudest one on the dance floor. He reached the altar and made hugging his sister so much more extra. That got him his well earned hollering and wolf whistling. His personality is his own.

Dad came out next. Some people stood up but when they saw the majority of the people sitting down they went back down, redder in the face. But that didn't matter to me. No one is as important as him today. He had his eyes to the floor, each step he took was so timid. I could see each breath of his shake his entire body. He was trying to smile, trying to forget all the worries, but I knew that was just consuming his mind. I wish they would go away. They would leave him and let him be. But they can't. I could see that he was trying his best to push the tears away.

As Dad got closer to the altar his steps got smaller and smaller. He completely stopped about a foot away. His head was still facing the floor. People started to whisper which I knew was getting to him. 

Victor, forgetting everything, walked over to him and hugged him. It was the only thing that would help Dad. I could see a tear or two roll, but these tears seemed to cleanse the soul clean. He needed this. He whispered something into Dad's ear which made Dad look him in the face. Victor gave him a very sympathetic smile, which turned back into one his of signature sunshiny smiles. He took Dad by the hands and walked with him back to the altar. Victor was still hugging him, holding him so close as though he was not permitted to let him go.

Everyone settled down and the boring part started. You are either in one of these categories at a wedding: Those who listen and unapologetically sob or those who zone or knock out. I have been to a total of 3 weddings in my life and I can confidently say that I am in the second category.

"Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to celebrate the union of these two..."

To be fair, I was listening but barely. Shelby was doing an amazing job. It was like Billie Eilish was officiating her brother's wedding. She kept on making side jokes and to tie it perfectly Victor was her Finneas. Dad was slowly easing up as each joke kept coming in. He eventually learned to smile again and even laughed quietly. Everyone was thoroughly entertained by her.  I peeked over to their parents and saw how amused they were. The smile was looking so nostalgic that even I was reminiscing on memories I totally don't have a grasp on. Greyson and Dani were trying their best not to burst out laughing and Joshua was in tears. I was just smiling creepily throughout the entire thing. I kept on trying to hold Greyson's hand all the while but it kept flying to his mouth. At times he is a gentleman and at others he is a complete doofus.

After all the jokes and laughs and flirting happening we got to the sweet part. Everyone around began smiling and crying and Victor's parents were in each other's arms. They reminded me of Greyson's grandparents. I never knew what parents in love were supposed to look like but I will soon. 

"Victor Corey West, do you take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband? Do you promise to love him, comfort him, honor and keep him, in sickness and in health, till death do you part?"

Victor bit his lip before saying "I do." His eyes were the definition of happiness as he slipped the ring on Dad which claimed him as his. But as he did so he said out loud "Dad, you owe Mom 20 bucks."

"And why is that?" Victor's dad asked.

Victor turned to his dad and the smile was very childlike. "Cause 5 years ago you made a bet with her saying I would get married before Shells does. I told you not to agree to it."

Everyone started laughing again. His dad seemed to remember this very slowly. It finally hit him and he smiled at his family. He took out his wallet and handed his wife her well earned money very extravagantly.

"Now do you, Clay Antoine McCarthy, take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband? Do you promise to love him, comfort him, honor and keep him, in sickness and in health, till death do you part?"

After a moment Dad finally said, "I do," so softly.

"You sure? You know it's not too late."

"Yes."

I could hear all the love and happiness and peace in him. His shoulders finally dropped all the tension it was holding. He is radiating so much happiness that the sun could not compare. Compared to him it seemed like a lightbulb. He is truly the happiest man on earth.

"May God bless you and keep you, Victor and Clay. By the power vested in me I now pronounce you a man-" she looked directly as her brother and said in a younger sibling manner "-Boy. You may now kiss each other and have your own room when we go on family vacations."

Dad was too shy to lean in. Victor saw this as a golden opportunity. He started walking down the aisle again leaving Dad alone. He was doing a strut I have never seen. It made my jaw drop. Dad was shocked, but not completely, and was just kicking his legs around. Victor stopped walking halfway, looking like he forgot something. He looked back and saw Dad standing there by himself.

"Do you need me to come get you?" Dad nodded his head yes, giving Victor eyes that melted his heart. Victor walked back to the altar with a bounce in his step. He stood there looking up at Dad- the altar was set at the deck so it was higher up. Victor placed his hand on the nape of Dad's neck and finally they got to share their first kiss as a married couple.

Victor pulled away and looked like he could do anything- I think he had more than 3 now thinking about it. Dad was still his shy lover. Victor picked up Dad bridal style and said "If you guys need us we will be in bed!"

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