Page 56 of Father of the Bride

“I did,” Sunny answered. “Something about being at the ocean…” she trailed off with a smile.

“It’s like Ambien, right?” Brooklyn said with a laugh as she hooked her arm around Sunny’s. “Okay, so, I want you to meet my bridesmaids.”

“Yes, ma’am, I’d love to.”

There were four of them standing near the flowered archway, all stunningly beautiful, glowing like they’d applied highlighter to their entire bodies.

“This is Carmen,” Brooklyn said of the one in Boho braids and dripped in designer from head to toe. “She’s an influencer,” Brooklyn added, which Sunny had to refrain from laughing at. She would never understand these kids who made their entire living online.

“I specialize in feminine luxury content,” Carmen added, her voice velvety soft. Truthfully, she was flawless. Sunny had no choice but to respect it.

“Brooklyn’s my muse,” Carmen said. “I mean, look at her.”

Sunny smiled, nodding politely.

“This is Samara,” Brooklyn continued, inclining her head toward the one with the short bob dressed in business casual. “She’s a PR executive. She keeps us all from saying stupid stuff on the internet.”

Samara laughed. “Nice to meet you.”

“You too.”

Sunny turned her attention to the scantily clad bronzed beauty with a mimosa already in hand.

“That’s Jules. She—“

“Miss Sunny!” Jules set her glass on a nearby table and embraced Sunny enthusiastically. “I’ve heard so much about you. Such a baddie! I can’t believe you’re somebody’s mama.”

Sunny beamed at that. “Nice to meet you, Jules. And thank you. I’ll take it.”

“Jules is a…” Brooklyn trailed off as the other girls laughed. “Let’s just say she’s at my wedding to be my bridesmaidandto find a rich older doctor to marry.”

Sunny laughed. “Smart girl.”

Jules gave her a wink.

“Although…couldn’t you just hook her up with one of your dad’s friends?”

“Thank you!” Jules cried.

“Um, no.” Brooklyn scoffed. “That’s way too weird. She can date them if she wants, but I’m not gonna facilitate it.”

She turned. “And last but never least, my aunt Sadie. My mom’s sister.Supermodel,” Brooklyn said, whispering the last part.

Sadie was…dazzling. Tall. Willowy. Rich cocoa skin. Cheekbones that could cut glass. Her cream suit was tailored to perfection, and her presence was quietly commanding.

“Sunny,” she said, revealing Hollywood-white teeth. “I’m not sure howsuperI am, but anyway, I’m so happy to meet you.”

Sadie, too, smelled like Chanel. By the time Sunny pulled away from their friendly hug, the fragrance was clinging to her.

“Thank you for standing in for my sister,” she said softly. “It means a lot.”

That caught Sunny off guard, tightening her chest. “It’s no problem. I’m happy to do it.”

“Look at all these baddies,” Carmen said, gesturing. “Photo op! Come on, girls. You too, Ms. Sunny. OG baddie.”

These young girls and their silly charm. Sunny was disarmed enough to pose for a photo she knew would end up on someone’s Instagram.

After posing for several pictures from several different angles, Brooklyn led Sunny away from the crowd.

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