Lily steps onto the red carpet. Her white dress swishes loudly.
The wooden pews creak under the weight of the crowd. She grips her father's hand tightly.
Grandad lifts Lily high above the sea of faces. His arms are strong and warm.
He whispers, 'Safe and sound,' as he adjusts his grip.
A loud camera flash goes off, startling Lily. She buries her face into Grandad’s stiff collar.
The smell of old paper and lavender fills her nose.
The ceremony ends, and the room erupts in cheers. Lily peeks out from Grandad’s shoulder with a wide smile.
Her dress is still perfectly straight. Grandad carries Lily to the back door for fresh air.
The sun feels bright on her cheeks after the dim hall.
He gives her one last squeeze before setting her down.