[@KatherinWinter] "No," Jillian shook her head, looking to her feet that shifted uncomfortably in her heels. "I didn't have anyone to come to the wedding either." 

Her stomach sank like she swallowed a stone. It was difficult not to have her parents approval or support, even after all the horrid things they said to her. she doubted they even cared about her happiness. Jill did what she could to suppress any depressive thoughts from taking deep breathes through her nose, to reminding her of the cognitive therapy she went through when she was diagnosed. she refused to let anything spoil this day of adventure, not her parents for being unsympathetic twits, or memories of her abusive ex who drove her to be miserable and lonesome.

"I'd actually prefer to walk myself, if that's alright. I'm not really into the whole 'giving away your daughter' thing. It's almost kinda creepy giving away your daughter like a possession..."