We might be inside of a giant white tent, but you can’t tell with the grand chandeliers hanging from the ceiling and the amount of flowers coating everything. Grace and my dad had a bit of a whirlwind romance. I wonder if this is her way of planning out a bit of the celebration of not only my father turning fifty but of the two of them as well.

I watch them on the dance floor as my father twirls her around. The man really is night and day compared to the way things had been with my mother. I’d heard small whispers from some of the staff that my mother had gotten worse after she had me. I’ll never understand what she had against me being a girl.

One day when I get the chance to have children of my own, I hope one will be a little girl. I see the way Grace and Molly are together. They have this unspoken bond. I swear the two of them can have whole conversations in looks alone.

I made it a point to not see Chase’s expression when we stepped into the room. My dress is a bit showier than I’d normally pick, but I’m a sucker for pink, and the thing fit perfectly. Then Grace went and gushed over how gorgeous I was in it. I was done for. I soak up any attention she gives me. Molly doesn’t seem to mind. In fact, I’ve noticed a few times she’s stepped back to let us have our moments. It only goes to show you how sweet Molly is.

“Ems!” Grace calls when she sees me standing off to the side of the dance floor. “Come.” She ushers me over toward her and my father. “He wants to have a dance.”

“You’re beautiful, Emily. You don’t look so much like my little girl anymore.” He takes me by the hand so that we can dance. “But no matter what, you always will be. You know that, right?”

“I do, Dad.” I give him a warm smile. Our relationship has become better since my mother has been out of the picture and since Grace entered our lives.

“I’m sorry if I’ve been a bit distracted.”

“Don’t.” I cut him off. “I love that you found Grace, and you do what you need to so we get to keep her.” I tease him, making him smile. He leans down and kisses me on my cheek.

I’ve always wondered if my appearance bothered him to a degree. I look so much like my mother. Sometimes I sense this wall that still lingers between us because of it. With Asher, it was different. While we might have both been oops babies, my father was about to leave Heidi when she got herself knocked up with me. I was a trap, to put it bluntly.