Saturday, December 2nd, 10:29 AM

Honey descended the main staircase, her hand trailing along the banister, her heart dancing with anticipation. She was nervous but excited as well. Through the French doors leading to the garden, she could see guests turning in their seats, smiles spreading across faces as soft music began to play.

Her father waited at the bottom of the stairs, impeccable in his suit, his eyes bright with happiness for her. When he saw her, his breath caught.

"Honey-bee," he ...