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“Pen is going to marry me!” Eloise said, her arms crossed in front of her chest.
“No, I’m the groom.” One of Anthony’s white button-downs was sagging from Colin’s slim shoulders, clashing with the washed-out black jeans that revealed his ankles even though they had fitted perfectly two months ago.
“You always get to marry Pen. It’s my turn now!” Eloise adjusted the shoulder pads of the suit she had found in the back of her mom’s wardrobe. Daphne had to pin up the legs with safety pins so Eloise wouldn’t trip on them.
Daphne herself was standing between her siblings in front of the backyard gate they were using as a flower arch by draping wildflowers all over it (or as far up as they could reach at least), waiting patiently to officiate the wedding.
Opposite to her stood the bride-to-be, wearing a white dress of Daphne’s that had never fitted her quite right. Admittedly it didn’t exactly fit Penelope either (Daphne blamed the dress), but a bride couldn’t very well wear the monstrosities Penelope’s mom made her wear. Softly smiling she was following the back and forth between Colin and Eloise from under her veil (a lace tablecloth).
“She’s gonna be Mrs. Colin Bridgerton!”
“Mrs. Eloise Bridgerton,” Eloise argued back.
“Mr. Colin Featherington. I’m taking her name!”
“We could just ask Ben,” Daphne suggested.
Eloise and Colin answered in unison: “No!”