Cindy Powell uses detective work that she learned from her father as a young girl in her job as a real estate mogul Benson Easton's assistant. Benson needs to know every detail about an associate before doing business with them. It's Cindy who digs...
"Two souls with but a single thought; two hearts that beat as one." Friedrich Halm
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I'm seated in the small room attached to the intimate chapel where Sam and I will officially become husband and wife. Surrounding me are my matron of honor, Millie, and bridesmaids, Grace, Faith, and Liza.
My best friend, Millie, is making it her mission of the day to ensure that my makeup and hair stay flawless. I had opted to have her care for it instead of going to a beauty salon.
In college, we always did each other's hair and makeup before attending events. It just felt right to have Millie do it for my wedding.
Millie knows my style, and I must say that she nailed it. She kept my makeup neutral with shades of peach and brown smokey eyes and a shimmer of pink on my cheekbones.
My hair is curled and pinned in a loose bun on the crown of my head, with loose ringlets surrounding my face.
Faith and a pregnant Grace are trying to keep Faith and Benson's children, six-year-old Tabitha and the two-year-old twins, Benny and Henry, from destroying their outfits and carefully styled hair.
I chuckle as Grace struggles to remove Benny's hand from his sister's no longer perfect curls.
Liza is on dress duty, and she's taking her job very seriously. I lost count of how often she used the steamer over my mother's perfect dress.
She keeps checking her phone, and I know she worries about her husband, Greg, who is on baby duty with their three-month-old daughter, Carrie.
I escape from Millie and walk over to Liza. Placing my hand on her arm, I quietly say, "I'm sure everything is okay."
Liza's eyes meet mine, and she smiles meekly, "I know. It's not me checking on him; he keeps texting me."
My eyebrows furl with concern. "Oh, is he alright?"
She places her hand over mine and squeezes. "Yes, he's doing great. It's just his first time completely alone with Carrie, and he only needs some reassurance. There's nothing to worry about here; today is your day."
There's tapping at the door, and Millie goes over to answer it. When she opens the door, my father looks dapper in his black tuxedo.
His fit body fills out the tux perfectly. He's clean-shaven, and his handsome features are on full display.
My father's tentative look changes to happiness when his eyes meet mine. I can't help the lump forming in my throat or the tears in my eyes.
"Daddy," I whimper.
He quickly walks to me with his arms outstretched. "Hey, Dee."
He embraces me as tears of joy cascade down my face. I ignore Millie's grunt of disapproval as I hug my father.
