The music blared, and he asked everyone to get on their feet. Harper came to stand beside me, and I picked her up and settled her on my hip so she could see.
Violet and Montana stood off to the side watching as each couple strode onto the dance floor once their names were announced.
“Daddy, that music is loud,” Harper shouted in my ear.
I chuckled. “Yep. I think the party has started.”
Missy had her arms folded over her chest with a giant frown on her face.
“We’ve got a nice surprise for you all,” DJ Drinks a Lot shouted. “Look who made it back in time for the party. Mama Parker is back in thehiz-zayyyy!”
“Oh, she should have just gone to her room after that scene she caused,” Missy snipped loud enough for everyone at our table to hear.
But her sons were jumping up and down with their hands in the air, just like the rest of the people watching.
The groom’s mother and father came into the tent dancing and cheering, and the crowd went wild.
Maybe things were turning around, because everyone appeared to be having a good time now.
They’d dried off, and they were now sipping cocktails and smiling.
Violet glanced my way, relief on her face, and I winked, holding up my beer bottle in toast to her.
My girl was a rock star.
She smiled, just as the DJ told everyone to put their hands in the air for the big moment. My daughter had her hands in the air, and Huntington and Brenton both high-fived her.
“It’s time for the stars of the evening. Ralph ‘Mad Dog’ Parker and his bride, Smooth as Velveteen Parker!” he shouted.
Ralph practically knocked his bride on her ass as he stormed past her with two bottles of champagne in his hands. His tuxedo coat wasoff, and his dress shirt was unbuttoned halfway down his stomach, and he shook his head like he was a frat boy on spring break.
Velveteen looked highly annoyed as she moved up beside him, just as he bent down on the dance floor and slammed both bottles against the wood, like that was a brilliant idea.
Unfortunately, the bottles both shattered, and the liquid spewed all over the floor.
Velveteen slipped and shrieked as she went down. A few of her bridesmaids hurried to assist her, and they all fell right along with her.
Ralph didn’t miss a beat, just jumping up and down with two broken pieces of the bottles in his hands. The crowd stopped cheering and dancing once everyone realized the women on the ground were crying and clearly upset.
Violet and Montana were on the move. I saw Violet shout at the DJ, and the volume was turned down.
Missy hurried toward her daughter and then turned around and shouted at her husband to come help her.
I watched in shock as Violet pulled Velveteen to her feet, then wrapped her hands in a napkin and hurried her out of the tent.
Montana helped two other women to their feet and took them out as well.
Harper had gone back over to watch Huntington and Brenton’s magic tricks again, and this time she got to pick a card and slide it into the middle of the deck.
The waitstaff was already getting the floor cleaned up, and Ralph and his jackass brother hadn’t missed a beat. They were making a scene at the bar, cheering loudly with their shot glasses in hand.
Missy, William, and Paris came back to the table, and Violet’s sister took the seat beside me, keeping her voice low. “What a disaster, huh?”
“What happened out there? I saw a lot of broken glass,” I asked.
“Velveteen cut her hand and her calf. Her husband is out of control tonight,” she said, shaking her head and smiling. “But per usual, Violetsaved the day. She wrapped the cut so it wouldn’t get on her dress, and she got her out of there before she was completely hysterical.”
“Is she crying because she’s hurt?”
