Kayla Cumsalot 1844-332-2639 x 357
All my life, I tried to find a man like my Daddy—someone strong and self-assured who could make me feel safe and secure. I’ve always been a Daddy’s girl, which made it hard not to compare men to him. Finally, I think I found the one. Josh is the best man I’ve ever met, next to Daddy, of course. He makes me smile and feel so loved. That’s why when he asked me to marry him, I said “yes.”
Now, I’m standing in front of a mirror in the bridal suite, preparing to walk down the aisle. The ivory wedding dress I’m wearing fits me like the designer had my figure in mind. I feel like the princess Daddy has always told me I was with a tight corset top and a massive tulle skirt. But smoothing down the front of the dress, I’m starting to feel nervous. Looking at myself through the thin white veil over my face, I wonder, could I be making a mistake?