Part Thirty-Seven

Kelley straightened up as the inner doors of the chapel opened and he clasped his hands in front of him as a woman appeared with a small bouquet of flowers in front of her. Kelley recognized her as Fernanda, the older sister.

She was even more beautiful in person but Kelley saw past that. She wore too much make-up and her dress was too tight, revealed too much cleavage and her heels were ridiculous in the chapel, essentially a holy place.

Kelley looked past her and the two other sisters that followed and he exhaled the breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding when Ernesto came into view and on his arm, his bride. The music softened and slowed as they entered the chapel.

Lee and Mason stood behind him and he caught Carey’s gaze. Her eyes held love and pride and she smiled encouragingly at him. Kelley smiled back at her and then Ernesto was right in front of him. Ernesto gripped his hand tightly and Kelley cringed inwardly at the sweaty feel.

“Who gives this woman to this man?” The p