Sea Glass Sunrise by Donna Kauffman

younger, equally cute brother, had been the biggest crisis in their lives.
    “Let me get my bag of magic tricks,” Fiona was saying, already bustling about again.
    “If only the bridesmaids could wear veils, too, we’d be all set.” Hannah watched her sister move about and gather her things. Always most comfortable when she was doing something or creating something with her hands, that was Fi. Hannah wondered what was going on with her, what she hadn’t confided to her big sister, noticing for the first time, as she looked past the outrageous getup her sister was wearing, the tiny stress lines pinching the corners of Fi’s eyes and mouth. Here Hannah had been selfishly glad not to have to fake her way through phone conversations with her closest sib, happy and relieved knowing that at least Fi was doing well. Only clearly that wasn’t the case. Guilt made another stab.
    “Want to talk now?”
    Fi just got even busier sorting through what appeared to be a toolbox containing enough paraphernalia to make up the entire cast of Cirque du Soleil. Hannah might need all of that help and then some.
    “Let’s just focus on the rehearsal this afternoon and the celebration tonight. Fergus is so excited to be hosting the dinner afterward at the pub, it’s almost comical. God, I love him.”
    “Is that really what Alex wanted? Dinner at the pub? I mean, we all love Gus to pieces, but—”
    “Oh, they have a special bond, those two. You’ll see. It’s ridiculously sweet. He was one of the first people she met here. In fact, he was the one who initially hired her for the lighthouse project. Without telling brother dearest.”
    “Really? How did I not know that part?”
    Fi just gave her a look that said, Uh, because you have no time for a life? “Anyway, he offered and it was exactly the right thing for her. You should see him. He’s all but dancing a jig, absolutely loving being part of the big event.”
    Hannah smiled, her heart bumping a little harder inside her chest. “Then you’re right, it’s the perfect thing. I’m glad she’s connected so well to Gus—to the whole town, to hear Barb tell it. She’s made her own place here, and not just via Logan. That’s a really good thing.”
    “They’re great together. She doesn’t take any of his stuff and he’s like this complete idiot around her. So it’s enormous amounts of fun.” Fiona’s eyes sparkled with the shine of happy tears. “I love seeing him like this.”
    Hannah tipped her head back and willed her eyes to dry. “Okay, no more sappy wedding talk. We’ll need to strap Kleenex boxes around our waists at this rate. And it’s making my face hurt.”
    “Well, it’s killing me, so only seems fair.”
    Hannah tipped her head forward again and narrowed her gaze at her now innocently smiling sister. “If it wasn’t for your crazy makeup skills—”
    Fiona snickered. “Remember when Kerry was what, like twelve, and pissed off that Logan wouldn’t let her wear makeup to school, so she decided to practice her burgeoning eyeliner skills on our dead-to-the-world brother?”
    No one slept as hard and heavy as Logan had when he was younger. The giggle burst forth from Hannah at the long-ago memory, and she didn’t care about the pain, even as she put a hand over her bruised and banged-up lip.
    “Oh my God, and Logan got a call to go help Jessica’s dad on his fishing boat, at like, what, four the next morning? And never looked in the mirror?” They both fell into gales of laughter.
    “I’m surprised she lived to see high school,” Fiona gasped.
    “I’m still surprised she lives to see her next birthday. Ow,” Hannah said, holding her face as giggles snorted out.
    “Serves you right,” came a voice from the doorway. “Sitting here dissing my good name when we have a perfectly good brother to roast over the coals.”
    “ Kerry! ” Both Fiona and Hannah shouted at the same time and scrambled up to gather her into a tight group hug.
    Kerry