Whispered Southern Secrets (Magnolia Grove #11)

Chapter 20

Chapter Twenty

Honey

Three years later…

J.D. and I are cuddled on the couch as we watch the Grammy’s. There’s no words for the pride I feel over Daisy being nominated and getting to perform. We’ve already watched her performance. It was inspiring. Not to mention her hair, makeup, and wardrobe has been top notch throughout this entire events.

“I’m going to be sick. J.D. I’m nervous for her!”

“It’s an – ”

I place a finger on his lips. “Don’t you dare say it. I know it’s an honor but I want her to win.”

Her category comes up. I can’t breath as I stare unblinking at the screen. They open the envelope.

“And the Grammy goes to… Daisy Nelson.”

Daisy Nelson. Daisy! I jump onto the couch knocking popcorn everywhere. “She won! She won!” I scream. I run to the front door and scream outside. “She won!”

My vision has gone blurry as I go back to the couch to watch her accept her Grammy. Daisy still looks so shy and unsure. But she no longer holds back that powerful voice.

“This is such an honor. I don’t even know – I wasn’t prepared. I first want to give thanks to the Lord. I also want to dedicate this to the first person who truly believed in me and showed me what my voice was capable of. Honey Brewster. Thank you. And to the talentless mean girl – still think I can’t sing? Sorry pastor J.D. Thank you to… ”

I double over laughing.

“Some mentor you turned out to be.” J.D. scolds me.

“What kind of pastor are you J.D.? She’s still holding a grudge. Did none of your lessons stick?”

“You know, you really made a difference in her life. I’m proud of you, darlin’.”

“I didn’t do it for me. Well, I did enjoy her singing at our wedding.” I tease.

“Ope. I got a text from James.” J.D. reads off his text. “I found a verse that I’m begging you to use in your next sermon. Prov 25:17‘Seldom set foot in your neighbor’s house– too much of you, and they will hate you.’”

J.D. and I share a look. I shrug. “That is true. And you should use that. It doubles as a public service accountment.”

It’s been three years of marriage. The best three years of my life, and I know God has more blessings in store for us. J.D. just doesn’t know it, yet. But he will later tonight.