Cooper
“Well, Mrs. Kingsley, I have to admit, you throw a damn good party,” I said, leaning over to whisper in my wife’s ear.
Corinne turned to me and smiled, planting a slow and grateful kiss on my lips. “I still can’t believe your brothers paid for all this,” she said, looking with wonder around the ornately decorated ballroom.
From the moment I told Gavin and Quinn that Corinne and I were getting married, they demanded that I let them pay for it. They hated the idea of Mauve and Corinne digging into their savings, and wanted to make sure that Corinne got the wedding of her dreams. They could be real d***s sometimes, but every once in a while, my brothers showed me how to be the kind of men we’d all hoped to become after growing up without a father.
And the memory of Quinn and Mauve
