Page 73 of Father of the Bride
“AndI’mhere. And when you walk down that aisle tomorrow, I’ll be there waiting for you. I’ll always be here waiting for you.”
Brooklyn clutched his shirt, burying her face in his neck as Davion rocked her gently, like a newborn who needs soothing.
Sunny watched with a hand over her heart, a tear slipping silently down her cheek. Mark turned around, his own eyes moist as they met Sunny’s. Something passed between them before Daisy’s voice cut through the air.
“Five minutes?” she said timidly.
Davion looked up. “Maybe. I’ll let you know when she’s ready.”
Daisy nodded, took a deep cleansing breath, and reminded herself she was being paid by the hour.
Her gaze moved to the parents of the couple. Their eyes were weird…locked on each other, but soft and melancholy. Daisy was confused, but then she noticed something else.
“Ms. Sunny. Don’t move.” She pulled a tissue out of her purse and moved toward her. “You have something in your hair. Let me just…”
Sunny froze, staring at Mark as he choked back his laugh.
“Looks like mayonnaise…” Daisy mumbled as she wiped at Sunny’s hair with the tissue. “There! All done.”
Sunny nodded, flustered and embarrassed, while Mark grinned behind Daisy’s back.
Sunny knocked softly.
It was muffled and weak, but Brooklyn’s, “Come in,” was audible enough. Sunny pushed the door open, entering a room that looked like a mini palace.
Brooklyn lay in her pink tulle canopy bed, her arm thrown over her face.
“I brought you some chamomile tea,” Sunny said softly. “I’ll just set it here on the nightstand just in case.”
Brooklyn sat up. “Can you stay here for a second?”
“Of course.” Sunny set the mug and saucer on the nightstand, moving to take a seat at Brooklyn’s desk.
“You can sit on my bed,” she said. “I don’t bite.”
Sunny chuckled as she took her seat. “You scared me earlier.”
“Why?”
“You seemed overwhelmed. And I’ve had anxiety attacks, so I know what that looks like.”
“Not fun,” Brooklyn mumbled.
“Not at all.” Sunny sighed. “I don’t know about you, but I always feel drained after. Achy, too.”
Brooklyn nodded. “Somebody’s on the way to give me a vitamin cocktail shot.”
“Somebody?”
“One of my dad’s friends. A doctor.”
Sunny nodded.
“You can lean back on the pillow,” Brooklyn said. “Please. I want you to feel relaxed and comfortable.”
“Well, okay.” Sunny reclined, crossing her hands over her stomach, staring up at the canopy. “Such a pretty room. And this bed. You live like a princess.”
Sunny took a sip of tea before laying down beside Sunny. “My mom designed it like this.”
