Scotty knocked on the door of his sister's suite looking handsome in his tuxedo. The thin sixteen-year-old with curly blonde hair and freckles was the spitting image of his moth, while Scarlett took after her father.
"Hey, Sis. Can I come in?"
"Sure," she said turning toward the door as Bella placed the bridal veil on her head. "Look at you little brother. You look so handsome."
"Yeah. I clean up good, huh?"
"You sure do," said Bella, rustling his hair as she headed toward the door. "I'll be waiting outside. You two chat."
Thanks Bella, he said, pushing his hair back in place. "Well, Sis. It's your wedding day. Ace is a real good guy."
Nodding she agreed. "Maybe this time I can make it down the aisle."
"Oh, you will. He's been pacing back in forth waiting for this thing to start. He really loves you."
"Awe. He's a doll. So, it's going to eb just you and Mom now. Are you ready to be the man of the house?"
