[ RF ] A father and daughter talk as he prepares to walk her down the aisle .

She was beautiful as can be. Glitter specked her chestnut brown hair, which was twisted into an elegant up-do. Modest, yet flattering, the stunning dress the groom had bought for his love drew every gaze toward her. Taking her father's arm, Annette prepared to walk down the aisle. 
 
 Mr. Garner bent his head and whispered into his daughter's ear. 
 
 `` Remember what we talked about,'' he rasped, his breath stale. `` Do n't lose sight of your purpose.'' 
 
 The soon-to-be-Mrs. Hardy rolled her eyes. `` Dad, I'm a grown woman now. I think I can take care of myself.'' 
 
 `` Annie,'' the man struggled to keep his voice to a whisper. `` I'm serious. Before you do anything, make sure he signs those papers.'' 
 
 Music filled the church, and everyone turned in their pews to watch the bride glide down the aisle. Gripping her father's arm tighter, Annette donned a fresh smile and whispered into his ear. 
 
 `` Do n't worry, Father. By the end of the month, we'll be *rich*.'' 
 

