Page 84 of Fourteen of a Kind

“A little.”

There was a knock at the door, and Lily opened it.

“Oh my.” Our Grandma Barb walked in. “Look at you, Riley. You’re stunning.”

“Thanks, Grandma.” She hugged her.

Piper walked out of the bathroom, dabbing the corners of her eyes with a tissue.

“Mom, stop,” Riley said.

“I can’t help it. If you think I’m bad, wait until your father sees you.”

Grandma Barb left, and Riley looked at me. “I’m nervous about her.”

“She’ll be okay. Grandpa said she’s been doing fine since being on the meds,” I said.

“Okay, girls. It’s time,” Piper said. “Let’s get our little bride downstairs.” She dabbed her eyes again.

We lined up in front of the entrance to the Crystal Gardens. Gabriel walked over, and when he saw Riley, he placed his hand over his face.

“Dad, no. Do not make me cry.”

I watched as he inhaled a sharp breath. “I’m sorry. I can’t help it. You look so damn beautiful.” He held out his arm.

The music began, and we bridesmaids walked down the aisle one by one. A smile crossed my lips when I saw Graham staring at me. Today was special—not only because it was the wedding but also because Riley was the first of the Kind children to get married.

After a beautiful and tearful ceremony, I walked over to Graham. With a smile, he took hold of my hands and told me how beautiful I looked.

“You clean up well.” I grinned, for he looked so handsome in his suit.

“Thanks.” He chuckled. “Sure beats scrubs almost 24/7.”

We were summoned for pictures, so I kissed Graham and told him I’d see him in the Crystal Ballroom for the reception.

“I can’t wait to marry Adrien.” Lily hooked her arm around me.

“Have you two set a date yet?”

“We’re going to wait until this little one is born.” She placed her hand on her belly. “I don’t want to look like a whale in my wedding dress. Plus, we’re so busy trying to get the art gallery finished to open. Planning a wedding right now would be too stressful.”

“I get that.” I smiled.

“How are things with you and Graham?” she asked.

“Perfect.” I grinned.

After taking many pictures, we headed to the Crystal Ballroom. Graham walked over and handed me a glass of champagne.

“Thank you.”

“Anything for my beautiful girlfriend.” His lips touched mine.

“Ella, I need you.” Isabella gripped my arm.

“What’s wrong?”

“I decided I’m telling my dad that I’m going to college to become a psychologist.”

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