Clarke, for her part, just smiled serenely at her sister in the mirror, unbothered. “I’m still upset you didn’t bring Amelia with you.”
Viv glanced at the time on her phone. “Ellie’s bringing her closer to the ceremony,” she told her. “Nap-dependent arrival.”
Viv’s wife, Ellie, was also performing the ceremony.
Clarke’s smile softened instantly. “Good. I want my favorite tiny human awake for at least part of it.”
“That’s a tall order. She’s a menace before noon.” She shot a look in Dani’s direction. “Cherish these moments. She’ll be walking and talking before you know it.”
Dani sat cross-legged on the bed, nursing Bailey like she didn’t have a care in the world. Already fully made up, I might add—flawless skin, lashes thick enough to warrant their own zip code, and cheekbones sharp enough to cut glass. Her black and blue hair fell in waves over her shoulders, not a strand out of place. You would’ve thought she was getting ready to walk the red carpet at any second.
Instead, she was wearing one of the robes Nessa had insisted we all needed while getting ready, deep magenta-colored silk, cinched tight at the waist, with dramatic sleeves that made her look like she’d just been crowned queen . . . or murdered her evil husband.
Bailey, meanwhile, was blissfully unaware. She was latched on, one tiny fist curled into the fabric of Dani’s robe like it was the most luxurious security blanket in the world.
Nessa crossed her arms, clearly pleased. “This isexactlythe energy I was going for when I bought those robes.”
I rested against the edge of the deep-soaking tub, sipping my second coffee of the day, and staying deliberately out of the way. Watching, mostly. Letting it all sink in.
It felt surreal. Clarke was getting married. Dani had a baby. Nessa and Pink were basically married in every way that mattered. And me?
I had Bennett.
A year ago, I hadn’t had a clue what to do with my life, and now, I was standing in one of my best friend’s houses on her wedding day, surrounded by the women I loved, wearing my boyfriend’s shirt like it was the most natural thing in the world.
And somehow… it was.
My phone buzzed in my hand.
Bennett
I don’t know about the bride, but her groom’s been pacing laps around Matty’s living room for the last hour. I think he might’ve worn a hole in the floor.
Me
Aww, poor Soren.
Bennett
We’ve got a pool going on which of the guys gets married next.
My stomach fluttered, justa little.
Me
And?
Bennett
Nessa and Pink are the clear favorites. But you and I are right behind them with 4–1 odds.
I nearly spat out my coffee.
Bennett
Tucker and Brock are still in the running too, and Roman’s odds are . . . complicated.
Me
