Page 12 of Father of the Bride
“Sounds like Dru Hill,” was all Sunny said before she took another sip of champagne, wondering if it was a coincidence. It had to be. There was no way it could be anything else.
Orion waltzed up holding a glass of something brown, prompting Davion to grab his fiancée’s hand and head in the other direction, leaving Sunny alone with her ex-husband.
“Damn, Sunny.” His eyes roamed her body indecently. “You still got it.”
Without looking at him, she muttered, “Thanks.”
He leaned closer, whispering, “Come by my room later?” in her ear.
Despite her body’s subtle response to this words, she took a step to the side. “You thinking with your little head is what got us all in this mess in the first place.”
“What mess?”
She finally turned to look at him. “Did you notice how your son ran in the other direction as soon as you walked up?”
“He’s still pissed,” he said with an infuriating shrug. “How many times do we have to rehash this?”
She shook her head. “You better hope this all works out. If not, it’s gonna be real embarrassing for all involved.”
Ding, ding, ding!
Everyone quieted at the clinking sound.
“Good evening,” Mark said from his place in front of the band. Sunny swallowed hard, wondering how he’d just materialized out of thin air. Like something in a dream.
Which is exactly what he looked like in that black suit.
She bit her lip, her fingers tightening around her flute.
“I want to thank everybody for being here,” he continued. “I hope the Bennetts and the Dixons are getting acquainted. We’ll all be related in a few days.”
He paused as they chuckled.
“Brook, Davion, y’all come on up here.”
The couple made their way across the marble floor and stood next to Mark.
“I promised Brook I’d keep this short.” He took a deep breath. “It’s not easy to give away your only daughter. Brook has been a joy to me and everybody who knows her for twenty-five years. I’ve only known Davion for a couple of years now, but this young man is also a joy. I already think of him like a son.”
Orion made a noise at that.
“Now, I raise my glass to the two of you,” Mark said. “This weekend is a celebration of you and your love. Cheers.”
A chorus of voices repeated the word, then drank in honor of young love. When Brooklyn hugged her father, her, “Thank you, Daddy,” was audible in the microphone he held behind her back. Davion stood stone-faced, a look that made Sunny even more uneasy than she already was.
She had to get that boy down the aisle somehow.
“What you think about ol’ boy?”
She tore her eyes away from their son. “Who?”
“Mark. He acts like he got a stick up his ass, don’t he?”
She couldn’t argue that point.Markdid seem a little uptight. Very different from Kez. But all she said was, “I haven’t really talked to him. I don’t know. Seems nice.”
“We talked in his man cave. He’s kinda uppity.”
“You’re one to talk,” she laughed. “Your parents are the most uppity—“
