Elias had Grayson’s exact slate-gray eyes.

Tristan had his dimple, the one that showed only on the left when he smiled.

And Juniper — my sharp, watchful girl — had inherited his habit of raising one eyebrow whenever she doubted what an adult was telling her, and she was doing it now, at all of them.

“Who are they?” Serena asked, turning to her groom.

Grayson’s mouth opened and nothing came out of it.

So I answered for him.