"Boys," Brayden's Father greeted both Clinton and Brayden from behind Meredith to the right towards the stairs. She turned to see a man that looked to be maybe early forties, which Meredith knew couldn't be true because it would make him a ten year old father.
If Brayden and his brothers were Davids then their father was the god that Michelangelo had crafted them after. Meredith could only hope that Brayden looked anything like his father as he aged. He wore a Tuxedo with dark green satin notch lapels and an oxblood colored vest and bow tie. The tailoring was perfect and it looked as though it had been commissioned specifically for this event for him.
"You must be my new daughter-in-law," Meredith's father-in-law said as he approached the seating area. "Meredith, was it?"
