Slowly, I push open the door and shuffle into the foyer. Elizabeth slaps her hands over her mouth while my dad turns a shade of red that hasn’t yet been identified in nature. He looks like a vat of cranberry sauce. “Charlotte,” Spencer breathes, his jaw tightening as he looks me over. “You’re beautiful.” “So cute,” Ranger murmurs, closing his eyes against the sight, a slight pink color tinging his skin. “You look … good, Chuck,” the twins say, blinking in surprise, like they’re not quite sure how to react. The only one who stays silent is Church. “Well, son, don’t you have something to say to
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