“I am,” both brides answered.
“But that won’t help you,” Drew spoke up.“My fiancée is Courtney and the other Miss Clarke is Carrie.”
Holding hands with Emily, Doug moved in closer to all the commotion and settled in beside Carrie, his gaze casually taking in the room.
Pen in hand, Brittany flipped a page and began scribbling.“Who ordered green and tan?”
“That was me.”Carrie’s mom lifted a finger in the air.
“Mother.”Carrie rolled her eyes.
“And the ice sculpture?”Brittany continued.
“Me.”Courtney’s mother waved.
Courtney’s jaw dropped in surprise.“You?Why?”
Donna Clark shrugged.“I never did get the man-thing right.I thought it would be nice if maybe you did.”
“Oh, Mom.”Courtney fell into her mother’s embrace.This was probably one of the most maternal things her mom had ever done for her.
“Excuse me.”Doug tapped Carrie on the arm.“Have you seen my sister?”
Carrie looked around the room.“No, but she should be here by now.She was running upstairs, I guess to change.”
“Thanks.”Doug moved over to Tish.“Have you seen your brother?”
“Not since last night,” Tish answered.
Doug’s brows shot high on his forehead.“Last night?”
“Breathe.”Emily sidled up beside her fiancé.“She’s a big girl, even if she still looks four years old to you.”
A male voice loudly cleared his throat.“You all may want to see this.”Josh stood at the open balcony doors and pointed toward the beach with his chin.
The terrace held a clear view to the wedding bridge for tomorrow’s ceremonies.Including one minister and one couple holding hands.
“What the…”
