Chapter Thirty-Two
The morning of their wedding dawned crisp and clear.
“Mia, honey, you look—” Her mom wiped away tears. “You look so gorgeous...”
“Thank you, mom,” Mia said softly. “You and Marisa look beautiful too.” She wasn’t lying; her sister was stunning in a cream-colored dress with gently draped folds that skillfully concealed her slight baby bump, while her mom appeared remarkably youthful in a peach-colored sheath that flattered her rounded figure. Her dad and Connor were dressed in Krinar clothing as well, looking surprisingly sharp in their fitted white pants, boots, and structured sleeveless shirts.
“I can’t believe my baby sister is getting married,” Marisa sniffled, her eyes filling with moisture too. That wasn’t unusual, though; Mia’s sister cried at the drop of a hat
