On her wedding day, Emily, filled with nervous anticipation, found unexpected comfort in Michael, the kind actor she hired to walk her down the aisle. Their bond, forged through shared stories and rehearsals, brought a sense of family and love she had long missed.
Emily sat in her cozy apartment, the soft light of evening casting a warm glow. Her fingers trembled as she dialed her father’s number. She hadn’t spoken to Richard in months. Their last conversation had been brief and awkward. She took a deep breath, feeling the familiar knot of anxiety tightening in her chest.
Nervous Emily | Source: Midjourney
As the phone rang, Emily’s mind drifted back to her childhood. Richard had been her hero. He used to scoop her up in his strong arms and spin her around until she giggled uncontrollably. He was there for every scraped knee and bedtime story.
She recalled how Richard would tuck her in and read her favorite book, his voice comforting and warm. “You’re my little princess,” he’d say, kissing her forehead. She felt safe and loved.
Richard reads a book to young Emily | Source: Midjourney
But everything changed when Emily turned ten. Richard met someone else, and suddenly, he left her and her mother, Susan, for another woman and her two children.
Susan was left to pick up the pieces. She worked tirelessly to provide for Emily. “Mom, where’s Dad?” Emily would ask, sitting by the window, hoping to see his car pull into the driveway. But it rarely did.
When Richard did visit, it was fleeting and filled with awkward silences. Emily missed her dad’s laughter, his presence. She felt abandoned.
Emily waited for her Dad for hours | Source: Midjourney
As years passed, Emily watched from a distance as her father built a new life with his second wife and her two children. They became his priority, receiving the love and attention Emily had once known. She saw photos of family vacations, birthday parties, and graduations, all without her.
Richard would occasionally send a card or a gift, but it felt obligatory, lacking any real sentiment. The final blow came when Richard refused to support Emily’s college education, citing financial constraints. Yet, he funded lavish vacations and private school tuition for his stepchildren.
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“Congratulations on graduating with honors,” Susan said, tears of pride in her eyes. Emily had relied on scholarships and part-time jobs to achieve her dream. Her heart hardened by her father’s neglect, she vowed to succeed without him.
“Dad, it’s Emily,” she said softly, her voice barely above a whisper.
“Emily,” Richard replied, his tone cold and impatient. “What do you want?”
Emily swallowed hard. “I’m getting married, Dad. I was hoping you could walk me down the aisle.”
Emily called Richard | Source: Midjourney
There was a long pause. “Emily, I can’t do that. Lily, my stepdaughter, has already asked me to walk her down the aisle when she gets married. I promised her it would be something special, just between us.”
Emily felt her heart shatter. “But, Dad, I’m your daughter too,” she said, her voice cracking.
“I’m sorry, Emily. I can’t make exceptions. You understand,” Richard said.
The call ended, leaving Emily in a state of shock and humiliation. She sat there, the rejection echoing in her mind. She had been so hopeful, and now, she felt utterly defeated.
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Later that evening, Emily met her best friend, Jessica, at their favorite café. As she recounted the painful conversation with her father, tears streamed down her cheeks.
“That’s just awful, Em,” Jessica said, reaching across the table to squeeze her hand. “But you don’t need him to make your day special.”
“But what am I going to do?” Emily asked, her voice choked with emotion. “John’s parents will be there. I told them I’d ask my father. It’s embarrassing. I can’t walk down the aisle alone.”
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“Why don’t you hire someone to walk you down the aisle?” Jessica proposed, her eyes bright with excitement.
Emily blinked, stunned. “Hire someone? That sounds crazy, Jess.”
“Think about it,” Jessica urged. “You could find someone who would genuinely care, at least for the day. You deserve to feel special, Em.”
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Emily sighed, considering the idea. It did sound crazy, but also kind of…possible. “I guess it could work,” she said slowly. “How do I even start looking?”
Jessica smiled, pulling out her phone. “Leave it to me.”
A week later, Emily found herself in a small café, nervously waiting for her potential “father.” The agency had recommended Michael, a kind and charismatic actor in his fifties.
“Hi, you must be Emily,” Michael said, extending his hand with a warm smile.
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“Yes, that’s me,” Emily replied, shaking his hand. “Thank you for meeting me.”
They sat down, and Emily explained her situation. “I just want someone who will make me feel loved and supported on my wedding day,” she said, tears welling up in her eyes.
Michael listened intently. “I promise, Emily, I will be that person for you.”
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As the wedding day approached, Emily and Michael rehearsed together frequently. They spent hours practicing the walk, ensuring everything would be perfect. But these rehearsals became more than just practice; they were opportunities to connect on a deeper level. They shared personal stories, slowly creating a sense of trust and connection that Emily had longed for.
“My dad used to take me to the park every Sunday,” Emily shared one day, her eyes glistening with nostalgia. “We’d play catch and have ice cream. Those were some of my happiest moments.”
Emily walks with Michael | Source: Midjourney
Michael listened intently, nodding with a warm smile. “Sounds like fun. My daughter and I used to do the same,” he said. “We had a favorite ice cream truck that we’d always go to after playing.”
Emily laughed, the sound light and free. “Those are the memories that stick with you,” she said, feeling a sense of camaraderie with Michael.
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They laughed and talked, their bond growing stronger with each rehearsal. Emily felt a warmth and comfort she hadn’t known in years. Michael’s presence was reassuring, filling a void she hadn’t realized was so deep. Through their shared stories and mutual understanding, Emily began to feel a sense of family once again.
The big day arrived, bathed in soft sunlight filtering through the stained glass windows of the church. Emily stood at the entrance, her heart pounding with nervous anticipation.
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The soft murmur of guests seated inside barely reached her ears as she tried to steady her breath. Michael, standing beside her in a well-tailored suit, took her hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze.
“You look beautiful, Emily,” he said, his eyes filled with warmth and genuine admiration.
“Thank you, Michael,” she replied, her voice tinged with a mixture of nerves and gratitude. She felt a wave of affection for this man who had stepped into a role she never imagined needing to fill.
Michael leads Emily down the aisle | Source: Midjourney
As they began their walk down the aisle, the organ playing softly in the background, Emily felt an overwhelming sense of comfort and happiness. Each step she took with Michael beside her seemed to erase the years of pain and longing. For the first time in years, she felt truly cherished and supported.
The ceremony was beautiful, a perfect blend of heartfelt vows and joyful tears. Everyone commented on the touching moment between Emily and her “father,” seeing the genuine bond they had formed. It was a day Emily would remember forever, not just for her marriage to John, but for the sense of family she had found in the most unexpected place.
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At the reception, Emily noticed her mother, Susan, talking to Michael. They seemed to be getting along well.
“Your mom is wonderful,” Michael said to Emily later. “We have so much in common.”
Susan and Michael’s conversations were filled with shared interests and experiences. They laughed and talked, their connection growing stronger with each passing moment.
Michael talks to Susan | Source: Midjourney
Over the next few months, Susan and Michael’s relationship blossomed. They spent time together, discovering more about each other and enjoying each other’s company.
One evening, Michael proposed to Susan in a small, intimate gathering at Emily’s apartment. “Will you marry me, Susan?” he asked, holding out a simple yet elegant ring.
Susan’s eyes filled with tears of joy. “Yes, Michael, I will.”
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The wedding plans began, and Emily was asked to walk Michael down the aisle. As she took his arm on that special day, she felt a profound sense of closure and fulfillment. The man who had been hired to play a role had become a real father figure.
During the ceremony, Michael looked at Emily with a mixture of pride and gratitude. “Thank you for bringing me into your lives,” he whispered.
Emily smiled, her heart swelling with love. “Thank you for being the father I always needed.”
Emily walks Michael down the aisle | Source: Midjourney
As Susan and Michael exchanged vows, Emily knew that her journey had come full circle. Her father’s rejection had led her to a family richer in love and support than she ever dreamed possible.
My Wedding Planner Said I Canceled My Own Wedding but I Didn’t – The Truth Left Me Speechless
My Wedding Planner Said I Canceled My Own Wedding but I Didn’t – The Truth Left Me Speechless
Chelsea is all set to marry Rasmus, the man of her dreams. But when the wedding day arrives and no guests show up, Chelsea has to figure out who canceled her wedding and whether her groom is right for her or not.
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I’ve always wanted that ‘Happily Ever After’ kind of romantic life. So, when I met Rasmus, I thought I had finally gotten it. But as my wedding day began to unravel, it seemed I had gotten the nightmare version instead.
Rasmus and I met at a bakery. It was a sweet little meet-cute situation — where I was convinced he was the perfect person for me. We exchanged numbers over rye bread.
“I’ll be seeing you around, Chelsea,” he said, holding onto a loaf of artisanal bread.
He called me just as he left the bakery, wanting us to have dinner that night.
Two short years later, we were waking up to our wedding day.
That morning, I showered early, eagerly awaiting my hair and makeup appointments. I remember sitting at the edge of the hotel bed, looking at my dress and holding my breath.
I couldn’t wait to marry Rasmus. I couldn’t wait to begin our lives together.
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So, the day went on — my maid of honor, my sister Jess, was with me, and we continued to get ready.
“Where’s Mom?” Jess asked. “Shouldn’t she be getting dressed with us?”
“No, we decided it would be best for her and Dad to meet us at the venue. You know she doesn’t get along with Rasmus.”
Jess shook her head.
“You’d think that Mom would have sorted out her feelings by now.”
It was true, my parents loved me — but they just couldn’t see Rasmus and me together.
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“There’s just something off about him,” my father would say. “But we respect your wishes to marry him.”
Closer to the time, Jess called for the hotel car, and we made our way to the wedding venue.
“Where is everyone?” Jess asked, echoing my thoughts.
It was an entire wedding venue with literally not a soul in sight. There was no welcome sign for the guests, no welcome drinks, no décor, no staff, and absolutely no guests.
Not even Rasmus.
“Get Brenda on the phone,” I said, talking about my wedding planner.
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I was beginning to panic. I was all dressed and ready to go. It was supposed to be my special day.
“Brenda, where is everyone?” I asked when Jess handed me the phone.
“What do you mean?” Brenda’s calm voice came through the speaker.
“I’m at my wedding venue, and there’s nobody here!” I exclaimed, the panic evident in my voice.
“Chelsea, honey,” Brenda said. “The wedding was canceled. The directive came through your email address just three days ago.”
My heart almost stopped beating.
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How could I have canceled my own wedding? I went through my emails, and sure enough, there it was.
Dear Brenda,
Due to unforeseen circumstances, the wedding is off. Please notify all the guests and the vendors.
But it made no sense. It was from my corporate account — an account that my family had access to because we all worked at the family business together.
My mind raced — did Mom and Dad? Could they really…? No, they couldn’t have.
They always said that it was my life and my choices. Even if they didn’t approve of Rasmus, they wouldn’t hurt me like this.
I needed to hear it from them.
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But my parents were just as shocked as I was.
“We were on a flight, honey,” my father said. “I had a business meeting, and your mother tagged along with me. We had nothing to do with it. We did get the cancellation from Brenda and just wanted to give you your space.”
“I didn’t see any email,” Jess said. “But you know how bad I am at checking my mail.”
That’s when it hit me — the only other person who would have access to my email accounts, work and personal, was Rasmus.
The same man who was supposed to be waiting for me at the other end of the aisle.
I asked Jess to take me home, ready for answers. I needed to know what was happening and how it all unfolded without my knowledge.
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I walked into our little apartment, and there he was. Rasmus, sitting on the couch eating a bowl of cereal. He had no intention of leaving the house because he was in his sweatpants, wearing glasses, and his hair was wavy.
His usual armor of being well-dressed, contacts in, and hair swept into his signature hairstyle was all missing.
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“You canceled our wedding?” I asked before he could say anything.
Rasmus didn’t even try to hide it. He had canceled the wedding because, three days ago, he realized that as much as he loved me, he wasn’t ready for marriage.
So, he panicked.
“I didn’t have the courage to tell you,” he said. “I figured that you’d think the wedding was on, and then when the slip-up happened, you would want to investigate it. I thought it would take the heat off me.”
As I stood there, my wedding day in ruins around me, I realized that my parents were right. Rasmus wasn’t the person for me. And as much as it hurt, a part of me was relieved he did it.
So, here I am, looking at my wedding dress and wondering what to do with it.
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What would you have done?
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