Five
Brooklyn
“Here you go.” Savannah takes my suitcase out of the back of her SUV. She’s wearing her mothering expression today. “You sure you don’t want me to park and come in?”
“No. You can’t get past security anyway. I’ll message you when I land.”
“I can if Duke is working.” She gives me a smug smile, referring to the time she and Grandma Dori surprised Austin at the airport to get him to pull his head out of his ass about Holly.
“I’m fine,” I insist.
She nods and inhales a deep breath. “Okay.”
I swallow back the tears that want to burst out.
After a night of pizza, drinks, and laughing with my family, I woke up realizing it really did happen. I was one of those brides I’ve read about but never thought I’d be. I’m destined to be Brooklyn Bailey, the Bailey who got left at the a
