Page 137 of Little Bits of Daddy (Montana Daddies)

Jewel had gone for something edgier. Her gown was emerald green and fitted on the top. The long skirt had a high split at the side.

“You both look so beautiful,” she told them.

“Pretty sure that’s meant to be our line,” Jewel replied. “Damn, Sunny. You look amazing.”

“Thank you. I couldn’t have done it without the two of you. Thank you for everything. For being my friends, my family.”

“You don’t ever have to thank us for that, Sunny,” Betsy told her.

Sunny held out her arms and they both moved in for a hug.

“Enough of this,” Jewel said, drawing back. “You’ll ruin your hair and make-up.”

Sunny grinned at her. She knew the other woman had been close to tears.

“Are you ready to go out now?” Betsy asked. “It’s time.”

There was a knock on the door and Livvy poked her head in, looking slightly flustered. Sunny’s heart started racing in worry. What was going on?

“Hi, um, oh my gosh, Sunny! You look incredible.”

“Thanks. Everything all right?” she asked.

“Yes, there’s just a slight bunny situation.”

“Bunny situation?” Jewel asked.

“Yes. Sunny, maybe you could just stay up here for another five, no, ten minutes?”

Sunny’s lips twitched, relief filling her. Bunny emergencies she could handle. “Did Buster bring Cinnabun as his plus one?”

Livvy sighed. “I promise I will sort this. He said he didn’t bring her. Somehow, she escaped from her cage on her own. Ten minutes?”

“No problem. And if Cinnabun wants to attend the ceremony, that’s fine by me.”

“Thank you.” Livvy disappeared.

“Maybe we should go help,” Jewel said to Betsy. “I’ll go, you stay here with Sunny.”

“Why don’t both of you go?” Sunny suggested. “I wouldn’t mind having a few minutes to myself.”

“You’re sure?” Betsy asked. “Because I’m certain the twins will be able to find that rabbit.”

“I’m sure.”

“All right, we’ll come back when everything is sorted,” Jewel told her.

Sunny peeked through the closed curtain, grinning as she saw everyone racing around the backyard, obviously trying tofind Cinnabun. Moving away from the window, she walked over to the full-length mirror.

This was it.

Her wedding day.

She twirled back and forth, the clear rhinestones sewn into the bodice of her pale pink gown glistened under the light, making her smile. She looked like a princess. The top part of the dress was tight and sparkly, while the bottom puffed out with miles of tulle.

Her hair was lightly curled and pulled back on one side with the most gorgeous vintage hair clip that Millie had lent her for the day.

She turned with a smile as the door opened again behind her. “Did they find Cinnabun . . .?” Her voice trailed off as she took in the older man walking into the room.

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