She glanced at her sister, but Abby was still distracted by her in-laws. Brides never had time for anyone at weddings. Well, she’d just have to make her own introductions then. Mia smoothed her dress, gave her hair a pat, and walked toward them.“Excuse me,” Mia said, giving the group her best sultry look. Good Lord, but they were gorgeous. All four of them looked as though they could have been on a magazine cover. And Abby was marrying into this genetic lottery? Mia liked her own odds. “I was wondering which one of you is walking me down the aisle? I’m Mia, Abby’s sister.”“Je suis désolé, mademoiselle,” one of the men said, taking her hand and raising it to his lips. “I wish I could say it was me, but I fear that honor falls to my cousin Luc.” He lifted his head in the direction of the man in question. Luc seemed to be the oldest, but he wasn’t even Garrit’s age, by his looks.They were going to be impossible to tell apart, all these DeLeon boys. Tall, with the same dark eyes, impeccably dressed in designer suits.
