I was always just flying solo.
“I want you to feel like you fit.” She reached for my hand.
“You know, I finally do. I mean, I fit here, in Blushing. I fit with Charlie and Harper. I fit with Montana and Blakely. This is my home. I’ve spent most of my life trying to force something that was never going to work. I don’t have to do that anymore. I didn’t have to try when I finally found my home. Found my people,” I said as a single tear rolled down my cheek.
It wasn’t falling because I was sad.
This tear was falling because I was happy.
“Mom and Dad are such dicks sometimes. They could have united us.” She shook her head with disgust. “I always resented you for being so cool. Like you didn’t care what anyone thought, and I cared so much.”
I chuckled. “I cared. I’m just better at hiding it.”
“Maybe it’s not too late for us,” she said.
“Crazier things have happened.”
She laughed. “Yeah, like my jackass husband smashing two bottles of champagne on the dance floor and bringing a raging lunatic to DJ at our wedding?”
“I mean, your mother-in-law also went into anaphylactic shock before you walked down the aisle.”
“There was that, followed by a downpour of rain,” she said as the door cracked open and Paris peeked her head in.
“Oh. What’s happening here?” She strolled into the room and grabbed the bottle before taking a long pull.
“Just some sisterly bonding,” Velveteen said.
“It’s about damn time.” She smiled. “And everyone wants to eat, but Mom insisted that they wait for the bride. Ralph is getting shit-faced, so I think you’d be wise to get him fed.”
Velveteen nodded. “Okay. Sisters’ dance on the dance floor after dinner?”
“Count on it,” I said as we made our way out of the house and back to the tent.
They both walked inside, and I said I’d meet them at the table, but I needed to talk to Montana and Blakely first.
“This goes down as the craziest wedding we’ve ever thrown,” Montana said, keeping her voice low as we huddled beside the entrance of the tent.
“Well, I did ride in the ambulance with a hot medic, and he asked for my number. So this is my favorite wedding to date.” Blakely chuckled.
“It’s been a lot. Are you sure you guys can handle this on your own? I feel bad bailing on you, but I sort of hate to leave Charles and Harps alone with my family.” I glanced across the room to see Charlie laughing at whatever Paris had just said. Harper was sitting between my brothers now, and they looked perfectly comfortable.
“The only people who look awkward at that table are your stepmother and your father. They’ve looked out of place the entire time,” Montana said.
“Missy had the balls to try to stop me from riding in the ambulance,” Blakely huffed. “She told me I should stay back and manage the weather. That woman is completely unhinged.”
“Yes. She scolded me about the rain, as if it were my fault the clouds finally gave in.” Montana laughed.
“What did she say?” I asked.
“She said, ‘Shame on you ladies for botching this ceremony with this ridiculous rain.’” Montana rolled her eyes. “I was like, ‘Take a seat, Pissy Missy.’ That woman is the biggest rain cloud I’ve ever met.”
We all three shared a laugh, and then they insisted that I get to my table, since the food was being served.
“Love you guys,” I said.
“Love you big.” Montana kissed my cheek. “Go eat dinner with that sexy man of yours.”
“Yeah. He’s looking awfully sexy in that suit of his,” Blakely added with a grin.
