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Daisy could turn up wearing a paper bag and still look sexy as fuck. That woman doesn’t need a fancy dress to turn heads. I just hope it’s nothing too distracting, and those stripper tits of hers aren’t on full display, because I’ll look like a creep if I have to walk my future sister-in-law down the aisle with a semi.
I slide my phone out of my pocket and open my text thread with Daisy.
Daisy: How sweet does he look?
She sent this to me earlier, and attached a photo of Jonah in his tiny black tuxedo. He’s wearing a white dress shirt paired with a red cummerbund and bow tie, just like me. As soon as I saw it, I got the feeling my mother chose that on purpose.
Initially, I thought I was wearing a different colour from my brother so I could be distinguished from the groom. Now I’m not so sure.
I stare down at the screen, and a smile spreads across my face. He may not be my son, but the pride I feel is something I never expected. Somewhere along the way, this little guy found his way into my heart, right alongside his mother.
When I look up and see my Dad’s Bentley enter the church parking lot, something that could best be described as nervousness twists in my gut.
I’m not worried about my job today. If anything, I’m honoured, so I can only presume this feeling is for Daisy. Mum organised for hairdressers and a makeup artist to come to the house this morning. I’m looking forward to seeing Daisy made up.
My Dad climbs out of the driver’s seat and extends a hand towards me. “You get Poppy,” he says as he rounds the front of the Bentley. “I’ll help your mother and Daisy.”
I nod before opening the rear passenger door. Poppy looks up at me, and for a second, I just stare. “You look beautiful, Pop,” I say, holding out my hand to her. “Like a princess. My brother’s going to lose his mind when he sees you.”
A nervous smile touches her lips as she places her hand in mine. “You don’t look too bad yourself.”
I help her from the car, careful not to tread on the skirt of her gown and notice the bouquet of white roses and red poppies she’s clutching. I know they’re symbolic because they’re the same flowers that rested on her grandmother’s casket, and the same ones Bennett gave her when she graduated from law school.
“Did everything go okay this morning?”
“You mean you can’t see the tyre tracks down the front of my dress?” she asks. I inspect her pretty white gown before making eye contact, confused. “The bulldozer,” she whispers, flicking her head towards my mother.
I bark out a laugh. “Oh no. What did she do?”
“Your girlfriend has now officially become my bridesmaid.”
Poppy opted not to have a bridesmaid today. She’s made friends since she started working with Bennett, but nobody she felt close enough to ask.
“I’m sorry, Pop. I recruited Mum to help me win Daisy over, but I didn’t think she’d go that far.”
“I honestly don’t mind. If Daisy had come into our lives earlier, I probably would’ve asked her anyway.” She gives my arm a reassuring squeeze. “Just so you know, your mum’s spent the entire morning telling us we’ll be sisters when you and Daisy get married.”
“Well ... she’s not wrong.”
Poppy’s eyebrows lift. “You’re already planning on marrying her?”
“I’ve never been more sure of anything.”
She rolls her eyes and beams. “You Sinclairs are a force to be reckoned with.”
She’s not wrong. My brother secretly bought Poppy’s engagement ring while they were still fake dating, so maybe the real problem isn’t our mother, it’s genetics.
My attention is pulled over the top of the car when Mum straightens with a sleeping Jonah in her arms, while my Dad helps Daisy out. “He looks so cute in his tux,” I say to nobody in particular.
“Oh, yeah, I forgot to mention. That cutie patootie is now our official ring bearer,” Poppy adds.
“Let me guess, Mum’s doing?”
“The rings are already tucked into his teeny tiny jacket pocket. I think she wants you to carry him down the aisle in one arm while you escort me with the other.”
“Whose wedding is this?” I scoff.
Poppy glows with happiness. “I know, right.”
