My eyes shot open. I was no longer in the ritual room.
I knew the dream had begun.
I stood at the entrance of a large hall. Large chandeliers hung from the ceiling, emitting warm golden lights, the hall was decorated with white roses and their scents wafted through the air.
I could hear soft music playing and the guests laughing as they each held a glass of wine.
It was breathtaking.
Everything felt perfect. Too perfect.
"Are you ready, baby?" I turned to the direction of the voice and then, I saw my dad.
His eyes softened as he looked at me, a warm smile on his face. He was dressed in a black suit and a white rose was attached to his chest pocket.
His hair was styled backwards and he looked so handsome and healthy.
My eyes welled up at the sight of him. I knew he was dead, but it felt so good to see him again.
He smiled softly as he spoke, "Come on baby, we don't want to keep the groom waiting."
I raised a brow in confusion, "What Groom?"
