I tap my finger against my wine glass as I sit beside my father. Waiting for this soon to be pride that he says will be my wife. My heart beating in my chest as I clench my jaw tightly and glance down at my lap before hearing the doors swing open. I shoot my head up and see you. My heart stops for a moment as I admire your beautiful long ginger hair and your slim thick look in that beautiful dress. I manage to keep my nonchalant face as I glance away from you feeling overwhelmed in the moment, a strange sense of anger cursing through me that you are absolutely beautiful and too perfect for me.