My father had tried, on my wedding day, in front of everyone I loved, to make me feel that I was settling.

Instead he had accidentally arranged the one demonstration that could have shown me, beyond any doubt, exactly how far above his world the man I’d chosen actually stood.

I had not married a nobody.

I had walked, alone, down an aisle my father tried to poison, and at the end of it I had married the only real man in the room.

THE END.