Page 80 of Brenna, Brat
Yes, some people probably suspected that she and Campbell had been involved in the fraud at the Ghregg Bates Financial Group. But I didn’t, of course. Neither did Dion, and neither did our family. Neither did our friends, or the people that Campbell worked with, or the kids he helped, or their families, either. Did it matter beyond that? Not to him, and definitely not to me. Although, if anyone had a mean or accusatory remark to make, Iwould have been happy to discuss things personally, outside the view of surveillance cameras.
“Dion’s set to go,” my husband said as he walked back into our dressing room. “Are you?”
His sister nodded and Nicola helped her up. Campbell would be walking her down the aisle today, on a runner that Grace and I had painted together. She was busy passing out our bouquets as he looked over at me.
“You ok?” he mouthed.
I nodded and rested my flowers on my protruding stomach. I’d had to let out my dress again and again as I got ever bigger with our first baby. “We’re good,” I mouthed back.
“Matron of honor?” Patrick said, and crooked his elbow for me. “We’re ready.”
It was going to be a beautiful wedding—maybe not perfect, but who would care? I, for one, was thinking about the dancing and being in my husband’s arms again. I wondered where his hands might go…
It was going to be a beautiful wedding, and I was looking forward to it. There were many, many things that I was looking forward to, a whole lifetime of them with Campbell. We had a lot more to come.
I looked back at him and smiled, and our family walked out into the June sunshine.
