It was the day of the wedding. As originally planned, I'd shown up with my headphones that I hadn't used in ages. Though they helped block out a majority of the noise, I could still faintly hear the cheesy love songs being played on the loudspeaker whilst everyone awaited the arrival of the bride. 

Dad had shaved his beard and gotten a haircut like he had promised. He looked like an entirely different person. He looked young again. I analyzed him from where I stood. He was standing right in front of the priest, who was yellow, and was dressed in a well-fitting suit and had his hands clasped in front of him. He was looking around with his lips pursed. I noticed how his hands were shaking. He was nervous. 

I proceeded to scan the room. Plenty of people had shown up to the wedding. There were so many colours. The amount exceeded one that I was comfortable with. However, since it was my father's special day, I decided to not ruin the moment for him. 

"Juno! What are you doing standing all the way back here?" a voice spoke. I turned to face the source of the voice. Yellow. 

"Uncle Neil? Shouldn't you be up there with my dad?" 

"Yeah, good point," he said with a laugh before handing me a glass of wine. "But I came to give you this. You look stiff as hell, buddy. Loosen up a little! It's your big man's wedding day!" Before I could tell him I didn't quite enjoy alcohol all that much, he had already left. That was how Uncle Neil was. He always gave everyone around him his undivided attention and ensured that nobody was feeling out of place. 

I was about to discard the wine when the loud music suddenly halted and a slow piano song commenced. This was to announce the arrival of the bride, I assumed. When the doors to the cathedral opened and a streak of bright line acted as the spotlight for the lady dressed in white, I knew I was right. I took a sip of the wine. She was holding a bouquet of pink and orange flowers and was being led to my father by her father, who was orange. They were walking at an uncomfortably slow pace. I looked elsewhere. I suddenly wanted some more wine. 

I felt somebody nudge me. I looked up and removed my headphones. Purple. I didn't recognize this person but knew they were a distant relative. 

"Your wine's more interesting than the bride?" she scoffed. "And headphones at a wedding?"

"Yes," I stated bluntly before pushing past them and moving to the other end where there would be no people to bother me. I wished people would just mind their own business. I put my headphones back on and watched as the flower girls launched red petals in the air that flew back down all around the bride like confetti. 

I'd have to witness this at Elsa and Tyrone's wedding as well. I let out a sigh of relief when the pair finally made it up to front before her father turned around and took a seat in the very front. I watched Aunt Delancey and my father reach out for each other's hands before intertwining their fingers. I took note of the look they were giving each other. That same look from when we were eating together that day. I took another sip. 

Dad was crying. I could see the tears running down his cheeks even from the furthest corner of the cathedral. Aunt Delancey used her veil to dry his cheeks and I took yet another sip. This was a strange thing to witness. 

I heard nothing as they exchanged their vows. I heard none of what the priest said, but when they began to lean in, I squeezed my eyes shut and looked away. When I was certain it was over, I turned back around and watched as they embraced each other. I had never seen my father that happy before. I could see the wrinkles decorating the corner of his eyes. I could see his hands trembling. I could see his eyes watering. 

The blue faded into yellow.

I looked over at Aunt Delancey who had begun to cry as well.

I watched as the red gradually faded away and in its place stood a vibrant yellow.