Chapter Twenty-Four
Robert Parker was not a man to humble himself to many people, but that was what he’d done to his youngest daughter. This was the first time he’d spoken to her as if he were on her level or she his.
He loved her, and so did her mother. Mason had never doubted that. The only thing she’d doubted was whether they liked her, understood her. The fact was that she’d never really fit into this family, her family. She’d been the outsider, always looking in.
She stood in her designated spot, the last sister, holding a bouquet of pinks and whites and purples, a beautiful mix of flowers. Scarlett was beside her, as were Naomi and Brandyne, as well as Taz, the matron of honor. Their dresses were the same pink satin, but each one was a different cut. Taz’s, Brandyne’s, and Naomi’s
