On the side, Jenna burst out, "It's time! It's finally time to go in!"
As she spoke, she helped Sophie to her feet.
Sandy suddenly tensed up too, "We're getting married? What am I supposed to do?"
"Just stand by the bride's side, one on each side. We've got little flower kids to handle Sophie's train, no worries!"
As they chatted, two adorable little flower kids pushed open the doors. Seeing the cute little bundles, Jenna felt her heart melt.
"Whose little darlings are these? Grandpa really outdid himself!"
The flower kids, a boy and a girl, looked like porcelain dolls. Just as Jenna reached out to touch them, one of the kids slapped her hand away, seriously saying, "Ma'am, you'll smudge my foundation!"
"Foundation?"
Kids this young knew about foundation already?
Wait, what?!
Did they just call her 'ma'am'?
Before Jenna could respond, the other flower kid chimed in, "Ma'am, please don't get in the way of our work, okay?"
With that, the two flower kids walked behind Sophie and picked up her dress's hem.
Ma'am?!
"Little brats! You..."
Just as Jenna was about to lose it, Sandy grabbed her arm, "The ceremony's about to start. If you make them cry, who's going to hold the bride's dress?"
Jenna saw the sense in that and finally stuck her tongue out at the flower kids, saying, "I'll deal with you after the wedding!"
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