Page 96 of Filthy Rich Ex's Brothers

“Aren’t gay weddings supposed to be tasteful?”

I whack Ryan on the back of the head with my sunglasses and give him a faux glare. “First, that’s offensive, I think. And second, this weddingistasteful.”

Tasteful isn’t the word I’d use, actually, but Sid and Grayson have worked hard to put this together, and we’re not going to make fun of it.

“She’s right,” Graham laughs, bounding past us, his steps practically shaking the ground. “Wedding at a water park. Someone should contactThe Knotand nominate this place for venue of the year.”

I lift my sunglasses in warning, but Graham’s already too far away, running back toward the stairs that will take him to the top of another tall, winding water slide.

Around us, the water park that would normally be bustling with sticky children and tired parents is mercifully empty, save for the wedding guests from both sides. Grayson’s parents float together down the lazy river, while a punk-rock uncle who must belong to Sid is applying gobs and gobs of sunscreen.

The ceremony was silly and fun, just like Grayson and Sid. They stood together at the top of a tall water slide, holdinghands and listening to the officiant. When he pronounced them married, the guys launched themselves down the slide, laughed the whole way down, and surfaced, dripping wet in their tuxes, to kiss in the pool below.

I’m not photographing this one, but I’ve felt the itch of wishing I had a camera in my hand more than once. That scene—the two of them standing in the water with sopping wet bow ties—made me want to line up a shot, catching each water droplet on their eyelashes, the bright summer sun seeming to bless the union overhead.

“Do you think Travis is having a good time?” Ryan asks, drawing me out of my thoughts and laughing at his own joke. We both turn to find Travis sitting on a sun lounger, aviator sunglasses on, black swim trunks decidedly dry.

“Well, it’s not about Travis, it’s about the grooms,” I argue, just as Sid and Grayson let out a collectivewhoopof joy behind us, followed by a loud splash and Lillie screaming about her hair. “And, yes, they’re having a great time.”

“I’m also having a great time,” Travis deadpans, before lowering his sunglasses and staring at us. “Have you talked to them about their gift yet?”

My heart leaps, and I turn to look in the direction of Sid and Grayson, who have super-soakers and are trying now, very purposefully, to get Lillie’s hair wet.

In the two years since I officially started publicly dating the guys and moved out of our house, a lot has changed. Grayson and Sid moved out, too, getting their own place in a nearby neighborhood. Lillie and Georgia still live in the house, but with two new roommates—one a cooking influencer who makes videos with Lillie, and the other a fellow med student, who’s often found sitting on the couch with Georgia, so they can quiz each other on medical terms.

Or, at least, theywere. Last month, Georgia graduated and officially started her surgical internship, which the guys helped her celebrate with a weekend on a yacht. Just me, Georgia, Lillie, and a whole slew of staff my friends didn’t quite know what to do with.

“It’s weird to have someone cook for me,” Lillie said, at least four times a day. She’s up to 20,000 followers on her recipe TikTok, and the number keeps climbing every day.

Ryan has been teasing the idea of hiring her to work on his new show, which he’s still in the ideation phase for—something to do with trying viral recipes, and adjusting them according to various challenges.

“Hello? Serena?”

I blink at Travis and Ryan, remember Travis’s question, and feel another surge of anxiety.

“No,” I whisper-hiss at him. “I haven’t. I have to wait for when the time feels right.”

Travis gives Ryan a look, and I frown, alternating my glare between the two of them. “I don’t like it when you share little looks.”

Ryan hooks an arm around my shoulder. “Remember, darling, Travis was mine first.”

And, with that, he yanks me forward and sends us both plunging into a cold pool. When I surface, sputtering and trying to find Ryan so I candrownhim, my only consolation is finding Travis’s legs soaked from the splash Ryan and I created.

“Wonderful…” he intones, but there’s a smile on his face.

“You thought that was bad?” Ryan jokes, just in time for Graham to come flying into the pool, yelling, “Cannonball.” This time, the splash soaks Travis’s whole body.

“What did you want to talk to us about?”

I stand nervously in front of Sid and Grayson, my stomach turning. They both look flushed, happy, and exhausted from a day of celebrating. The sun sets over the horizon, casting the colorful waterpark tubes and slides in muted, warm colors.

“This is your wedding gift,” I say, thrusting a carefully wrapped package into Grayson’s hands. He looks at me, then at Sid, and starts to peel away the paper.

It’s a framed photo of the day I found out about them, down by the willow tree.

“Here’s the thing,” I start speaking fast, trying to get everything out as they both stand there, quietly looking at the framed photo. “I know this might be, like, an invasion of privacy. But it was beautiful, and I didn’t even realize I was shooting… basically, what I wanted to tell you was that nobody else has seen them. And if you want, I can delete them right now, no questions asked?—”

I’m interrupted by thethumpof each guy throwing an arm around me, pulling me in close.