“Look at you, stud,” Aaron said as he walked into the tux shop where his youngest brother Gus was getting fitted for his tux. “You’re all grown up.”
“Aaron!” Gus turned to his oldest brother, causing the tailor to poke himself with a straight pin. He swore under his breath but that didn’t stop Gus from hopping off the low podium and rushing over to hug his brother.
Owen and Hayden also came over to hug Aaron, then their father, and finally Alex, Jr. all of whom were already dressed in their tuxes. Seemed Aaron was the last guy to be fitted.
Aaron’s plane had been delayed by a thunderstorm over Guatemala City, typical for summer in Central America. He was cutting things close arriving two days before Gus’ wedding anyway. Having come straight from the airport to the tux shop, Aaron brought a guest.
He glanced carefully around the dressing room before asking, “Is everyone fully dressed in here?”
Not waiting for a firm answer, Aaron ducked back out the curtained dressing area and re-entered holding Felicia’s hand. Walking into a room full of mostly strangers, Felicia clung to Aaron’s arm with an unusual and temporary shyness.
“Felicia!” Owen stepped forward and pulled her into a hug, as did Hayden. That helped break down her shell.
She hugged them back with a big smile, already relaxing into her bubbly personality.
Most of the guys knew enough Spanish to hold a full conversation but Aaron didn’t worry about their ability to understand her. He focused his attention on Felicia, introducing all of them in her native language.
“This is my father, Prince Marcos Sayid,” Aaron said in Spanish, gently pulling her forward.
“A pleasure to finally meet you,” his dad answered, also in Spanish, pulling her into a hug.
“You as well,” Felicia said, allowing herself to be engulfed in his father’s warm embrace.
“And this is my youngest brother, Gus,” Aaron said, pulling her away from his father. “He’s the one who’s getting married.”
“Congratulations,” Felicia said, also hugging Gus.
“And over here is my brother’s best friend, Alex.”
Alex and Felicia shook hands rather than her trying to awkwardly lean over his wheelchair.
“Alex is also your third cousin,” Aaron told Felicia. “His father, Alexander, was the only son of Alexandria, who was your grandfather’s sister.”
“So many cousins.” Felicia laughed with a shake of her head. “How will I remember everyone?”
“You don’t have to remember anyone.” Aaron wrapped his arm around her and rubbed her shoulder. “We have a big family.”
“We also have a big day ahead of us,” his father said. “So, let’s get you fitted for your tux. You two are probably exhausted from your flight and want to get home. Can I help you find a couple of bottles of water and some snacks?” He guided Felicia over to a settee near an elegant refrigerator stock full of drinks and finger foods.
Aaron left his girlfriend in good hands and followed the tailor into a nearby private dressing room. He stepped into his tux and re-entered the main dressing area, then stood on the low platform for his fitting.
He watched the guys fussing over Felicia and knew she would blend in just fine with his family. This confirmed what he already had decided. He planned to marry that girl, and soon.