Aunt Cheryl Carter
KAMI MADE THE FRONT PAGE OF SOUTHERN BRIDE!
Aunt Eva Carter-Rivera
Correction: THE SEDWICKS made the front page of Southern Bride’s BLOG. Denzel was featured in BY INVITATION ONLY.
Aunt Cheryl Carter
Kami was in the background! Their writeup mentioned the company 6 times! Whats your point, E?
Aunt Eva Carter-Rivera
That you’re wrong.
Aunt Cheryl Carter
Its still great publicity! Meanwhile our nephew is posting thirst traps in bed w his BF
Nic Carter
auntie please dont use the words “thirst trap” when talking about my bro its gross & he could never
Aunt Cheryl Carter
Its all over Facebook!!! Taking attention away from Kamis big night
Aunt Eva Carter-Rivera
He’s in a serious relationship that’s getting good buzz. Isn’t that what you wanted??
Aunt Cheryl Carter
I didn’t want to see our nephew’s nipples on dlisted’s twitter!
Nic Carter
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Leena Carter
It’s Sunday morning. Y’all need Jesus. Going to ask my bible club to send an extra prayer up for each of you.
“Tell me more.”
Denz should be at his apartment, resting. Tomorrow starts the final leg of the CEO race. He should be napping on the sofa. Or cleaning the bedroom he didn’t sleep in last night. Instead, he’s on an outdoor patio at Buttermilk & Jam, a swanky café in Buckhead, feeding his mild hangover with cornbread muffins and coffee.
Spring always comes early in Atlanta. February has barely vanished before lush greens return to the trees, the air scented in blooming flowers, trenches and boots shed for shorts and sandals.
Overhead, delicate white clouds float in a rich cornflower-blue sky. Dozens of red umbrellas shade the patio. Denz rolls up the sleeves of his somewhat wrinkly white oxford.
Across from him, Jamie waits impatiently.
He’s been recapping the engagement party. The gorgeous setting and awful speeches. Running into Braylon’s boss. The part about one too many drinks, carefully leaving out the kiss. He’s just started on Kiana, the front desk manager, when Jamie says, “So, when did you two fuck?”
Denz spits out his coffee.
It’s a slow brunch crowd. The closest customer, a fortysomething man, is too engrossed in his laptop to care. That doesn’t stop Denz from kicking Jamie under the table.