____You don't need to tell me that twice___
Rachel's POV
"Richard?" I called out in shock as I caught sight of my younger brother. He came off dashing in a white dress shirt and black slacks, his asian curls brushed backwards, and a ready smile on his lips. "What are you doing here?"
"Your kind husband flew us over," an elderly masculine voice explained and my eyes narrowed in suspicion.
Richard moved to the side and my dad materialized from behind him as they made their way through the crowd and tables to the front where we were standing.
"Oh my God," I gasped in awe as my parents grinned at me. Mom was dressed in a floor length dress, the same design as mine, but in a red shade. I had asked Debby to send it over with Dad's intricately designed blue shirt.
I had wanted them to have my designs even though they couldn't be present. However I had no idea they were in the country and would be attending the event.
