Page 59 of Kisses Behind the Spotlight

I took it and watched the montage Fabian created for our proposal. It was beautiful. Pictures we took at the museum, then a video clip of me almost bouncing out of my seat when I heard the last line of the song, Q getting down on one knee, and that beautiful proposal speech. I wished I could live in that moment for life. It was filled with love.

“You like it?”

“I love it,” I admitted, clicking around on his phone.

I posted the video to Q’s Instagram with the caption Mrs. Bentley Loading… , then passed the phone back. My message to let the world know that the mess didn’t break us, no matter how hard they tried.

We kept working for a few hours, answering the onslaught of calls from family congratulating us on our nuptials. The last call of the day was the one that took the cake.

“Big Brudder!” Yarissa leaned into the camera with her hair in a fresh blowout, pulling her pink Chanel frames down to the tip of her nose suspiciously.

I thought we were privileged kids growing up, but we didn’t have anything on Yarissa. At the drop of a hat, her parents or Vincent would have her all over the world. I could tell from the background that she was in Atlanta at Quincy’s new house. She brought a strawberry to her lips and bit a huge chunk out of it, staring at the phone skeptically.

“What are you doing in Atlanta?” Q questioned, ignoring her antics.

“You are worried about the wrong thing, Big Brudder. Do you have something to tell me?” She interrogated, chomping on the strawberry.

I lifted my hand into the camera and flashed her my ring. “We are getting married, sis.”

“Congratulations!” Yarissa celebrated, then her smile dropped, and she got serious again. “But why was I the last to know? Quincy just got off the phone with you, but I got told last? When Dad and Quincy were talking, he said you came to hide the ring at his house a few weeks ago. I thought we were better than that.”

“We are, sis. But I couldn’t tell you beforehand. You talk too much.”

Yarissa gasped, and I burst out laughing. I loved baby girl, but she definitely had a motormouth.

“I do not!” She whined.

“Yes, you do. Remember when you told ma about the vase I broke and replaced,” he reminisced.

Yarissa cackled. “I didn’t think she would care since it was a new one. I was just trying to make my point that she doesn’t know everything.”

“And you threw me under the bus in the process,” Q shook his head.

“I’m sorry, Big Brudder. But she always thinks she’s right.”

“Most of the time she is,” Q admitted.

“Whatever. I want to pick out my own dress for the wedding. I want something chic and elegant, but still adorable,” she smiled, fluttering her lashes. “I’m thinking a nice satin bow somewhere, and a little sparkle since I know I’m going to be the flower girl.”

“Now you know I’m going to make sure your dress is on point,” I chimed in.

“As long as we are on the same page. I want my dress to outshine your bridesmaids. When is the wedding?”

“I just proposed. We haven’t decided on anything yet. Not even the date.”

“A winter wedding, please! I can see a cute winter wonderland theme now,” Yarissa tossed out, looking up at the blue sky behind her.

“We are definitely having a spring wedding when the flowers are in full bloom,” I clarified.

“Oh yeah, I forgot Big Brudder is marrying an earthy sista,” she sassed, raising her fist into the camera.

“Yarissa, get off my line,” Q bantered.

“I have to go anyway. Quincy is about to take me to Phipps. I love y’all. Smooches.”

MWAH! MWAH! MWAH!

Yarissa blew kisses at the phone.