Behind Keith's statue body, Jeremy took back his eyes from the bride and pushed him with a grinning murmur, "Come on! Go and pick her!"
Keith's frozen face melted to a smile, too, and he turned himself to the Riley's.
Clement Riley's eyes never left his daughter's face, seeing her so eager to see this other man, his feelings were mixed.
As a father, he had always cherished her like the only treasure in the world. He had never made a choice for her or asked her to meet his standard. And today, it was almost like her grown-up ceremony, and he had to give him to another man he had never met a year before.
"Go on," He uttered.
Cathryn's hand left her father's arm as she went next to Keith and took his hand like she always did.
She felt his hand tighten. His palm was not dry but cool and a bit wet like never before. Looking up, his face was sharp as always, but she soon noticed that he was somewhat stiff.