Ten
Kingston
I’m helping Phoebe fill her basket with rose petals when Stella walks into the church and heads over to the coat check. Once she’s shed her winter jacket, I see that she’s wearing a beige dress that would look plain on anyone but her. It’s form-fitting and showcases her gorgeous curves to perfection. Her hair is in locs and pulled back in an updo, and my eyes fall to her exposed neck, my mouth salivating like a dog. She’s stunning.
“Uncle Kingston!” Phoebe pats my cheek and points at the basket. “The petals.”
Stella laughs and I strip my eyes off of her to the spilled petals on the floor.
“Do you want some help?” Stella crouches and picks up some of the petals, placing them in the basket for Phoebe.
“You changed your hair,” I say. “I like it.”
She doesn’t respond, just
