“I can’t wait to listen to you.”
She wiggled off Penn’s lap, kissed my cheek, and rushed over to Jennifer to grab her hand. “Come on!” The two of them left the room, and I enjoyed a hug from Owen.
Two thuds caught my attention. Danny dropped their bags.
“Sir, next time, I’m open to maybe, like, taking someone out or whatever.”
I laughed, and so did Penn. Yeah, the twins could be a lot sometimes, but they were my treasures.
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
Penn
We’d putoff getting fitted for our tuxedos for Alex and Mila’s wedding for as long as possible. With everything going on, so much was being put on the back burner. Gideon, Owen, Matteo, and I were headed to cross this off our list.
Rita and Olivia had fittings as well but had gone with Mila to the boutique…with a wall of security. I could tell how nervous everyone was, seeing how quiet the days had been since Steven had announced he was supporting Solange and that she was rising in the polls.
“Where’s Dean?” Alex wondered as we entered the store.
“He said he had a tux he was wearing,” I answered.
Alex’s eyes widened. “Does Mila know?”
I chuckled. “Yeah, he’s officiating the wedding, so I think he had a little more wiggle room.”
“I guess.”
The store, if one could call it that, was fancy as shit. Couches, champagne, finger foods, soft music. The scent of money was everywhere.
Mila and Alex had a large wedding party. Alex had asked me and Gideon to be his groomsmen along with Danny, Toni, and Mila’s three brothers, Lev, Mikhail, and Ivan. Matteo was walking with Olivia and Owen to deliver the rings. It was a crazy affair.
“What about Mila’s brothers?” I inquired as a woman approached me with a cart full of suits.
“They’re set already; it’s just you guys.” Alex smiled, excitement and nervousness on his face.
“It’ll all get done.” I followed the woman and spent far too long trying on suits that all appeared the same to me. In the end, Alex chose what we all would wear and we were fitted.
Since there were four of us to get fitted—Danny and Toni were also all set and just got to sit back and relax—it took a few hours, and by the time we left, the boys were complaining that they were starving.
Gideon texted Rita, who said they weren’t done yet but she’d make sure Olivia ate, so we drove to a diner a few miles away.
Danny and Toni were each driving an SUV because there were so many of us, and we got a huge-ass booth in the corner that fit the seven of us.
Once we ordered I peered at Matteo, who was sitting beside me. He was watching some video on his phone.
“What the hell is that?”
He peered up with a smirk. “It’s ‘Nate the Hoof Guy.’”
“Is that supposed to mean anything to me, and what is he doing?” I grimaced.
Matteo snorted. “He makes videos of cows he helps who have hoof issues.”
“Does it hurt them?”
“Nah. He doesn’t cut to the corium, and if it’s a bigger issue, he’ll stop and call a vet.”
I nodded and glanced at Gideon, who was on the other side of him.
