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“Gliko mou, you’ll have to trust me when I say sisters come with their own set of problems,” my mom says. I’ll take her at her word since she knows from experience.
But brothers aren’t exactly a picnic.
“You could’ve made me an only child.” I smirk.
“Hey, then I wouldn’t be marrying the man I love in two weeks,” Evie points out.
I tip my head toward her. “That’s fair. I meant to ask you if Tillie is excited to be the flower girl.”
Evie’s lips curve. “She can’t wait. We bought her dress last week and every day since she’s asked if she could try it on again. By the time the wedding happens, it’ll probably be covered with stains.”
“Regardless, she’ll be adorable.”
“Thank you. She’s more excited about her friend, Three, being the ring bearer than she is about the wedding itself.”
“Three? That’s his name?” I ask.
Smiling, she shakes her head. “It’s actually Levi, but he’s a third generation, so they call him Three.”
“That’s adorable,” I say.
“His dad is Levi Mason, a running back for the Charleston Pirates,” Darius explains, knowing I don’t follow any sport besides hockey.
“Well, look at you, brother, name dropping and hobnobbing with the rich and famous,” I tease.
“Why wouldn’t he? He’s one of them,” Christos says.
Darius rakes a hand through his hair. “Can we not talk about me like I’m not here? You know I’d play hockey no matter what the salary is. Money hasn’t changed who I am.”
“That’s because you’ve had us to keep you grounded,” I say, winking.
“Is it time for dessert?” Orion cuts in.
Evie’s expression is one of disbelief. “We just finished dinner.”
Orion’s grin is quick. “You should know me by now, sis-to-be. My stomach is a bottomless pit.”
“So is your brain,” Christos adds, smacking him upside the head.
Orion raises his hand to retaliate, but my dad puts an end to it by saying, “Don’t even.”
“He started it,” Orion justifies.
“And I’m ending it. Now, please help your mother clear the table before we have dessert.” Rising to his feet, my dad loads his arms with plates and carries them inside. We all follow suit, and in a matter of minutes there’s a round cake set in the middle of the table. The words CONGRATULATIONS DARIUS are written in a red scrolling font and the Coyotes logo is situated underneath.
“How pretty. Calista, is this your work?” Evie asks.
I nod. “It is.”
“Thank you, sis,” Darius says. “I bet you put a lot of time into making this.”
“It wasn’t so bad. The logo was the hardest part.”
Orion rubs his stomach. “A lot of work or not, I can’t wait for this cake to get inside my belly.”
My mom adds slices to plates and I pass them out. I deliberately make Orion wait the longest for his.
“You’re mean,” he says, snatching the plate from me, and I snicker.
