Calla and Pierre had grown emotionally close, but she maintained physical boundaries. Apart from kissing and hugging, they hadn't explored a deeper intimacy. She was also cautious about breastfeeding which could reveal too much.As Pierre entered Calla's bedroom, he was greeted by the soft glow of a single wall lamp. The room was hushed, filled only with the sound of Clover's steady breathing.Noticing Pierre's arrival, Calla gently pulled herself away and tucked Clover in.Pierre craned his neck to glimpse the sleeping Clover before whispering, "Clover's asleep so early today?""Yes." Calla nodded with a smile.She didn't elaborate and was reluctant to mention her encounter with Mercer. She wanted to spare Pierre from worry and complications, given the tension between Mercer and Pierre.While Pierre never brought up Mercer in her presence, Calla also sensed his deliberate avoidance of the topic. She wondered why he was going out of his way to do that. The only explanation was th
Calla was determined to hold onto this man and the newfound stability Pierre offered. She wanted to secure it for herself and Clover as quickly as possible.She knew it was a selfish decision. She wasn't marrying him entirely out of love, after all. She and Clover were a huge weight on his shoulders. But Calla was at the end of her rope, and this seemed like the easiest path forward.She vowed to herself that she would love and cherish Pierre with all her heart. She would try her best to fall in love with him, to be faithful and true, to give him everything she had."What did you just say?" Pierre pulled back, his eyes wide with disbelief.Calla couldn't help but chuckle at his astonished expression. "I said, if you're not too busy after New Year's Day, maybe we could make it official." Calla blushed, a wave of heat creeping up her neck."Busy?" Hearing her confirmation, his face broke into a delighted grin. "Never too busy for that. How about March? Let's get married in March!"
Night had fallen, blanketing the world in a heavy silence. Calla could feel the heat of Pierre's passion, but it failed to ignite a spark within her own body. She wasn't responding the way a woman should in the throes of love. Not wanting him to suspect anything amiss, she reached up and wrapped her arms around his neck.Her gesture only seemed to fuel his desire, but she couldn't fool herself, nor could she will her body to respond. As their intimacy reached its peak, Pierre abruptly pulled away.Calla opened her eyes, confusion clouding her features as she met his gaze."You're still not ready," he said, frowning."I—" Calla began, searching for the right words.But Pierre was already moving away. He seemed on the verge of leaving, his back stiff with unspoken emotion. "Pierre?" she called out, scrambling out of bed and catching his arm. "Are you angry?""No," he said, his voice soft, but his posture remained rigid."I-I think I was just a little nervous," she stammered.
As expected, Winona showered Clover with affection. She expressed her delight at the news of Calla and Pierre's upcoming wedding. But sometimes, when she looked at Calla, a flicker of concern crossed her eyes.Calla knew that Winona, ever the wise and perceptive woman, could see right through her. But she chose to play the part of the oblivious bride-to-be.Four days after Christmas, Calla and Pierre took Clover to visit her family. This time, Calla had been clever. She'd called Carol beforehand, learning that Zoey and Harlan had already visited on the day after Christmas. So, Calla felt confident that her visit would be free of any awkward encounters.The day went smoothly, and Calla couldn't help but feel a sense of relief. It seemed like she would have to carefully plan her future visits home to avoid running into Zoey.After the New Year, Pierre arranged for Calla to have a wedding dress fitting.Fiona had returned as well, so she stayed home to watch over Clover. Thus, Pier
Calla frowned at Zayden's words. She remembered Pierre mentioning a messy breakup between Zayden and Peggy. That breakup had led Zayden to flee the country. But that had been before Clover was born, almost a year ago. Had this drama been going on all this time?"Are you still involved with that harpy?" Pierre asked, just as surprised.Zayden slouched in his seat, his shoulders slumping with despair. "Getting involved with her was the biggest mistake of my life. I've been hiding for over a year. "I thought I was safe so I came back for the holidays. But Peggy somehow found out and tracked me down. She's been chasing me all week. I'm going crazy!""You—" Pierre started to say, but Zayden cut him off.He peered out the window, then hurriedly ducked down. "There she is! Don't let her see me. I'm toast if she finds me."Calla followed his gaze, spotting a woman in a fur coat standing a few feet away, scanning the street. It had to be Peggy, searching for Zayden.It had been a
Pierre and Calla laughed in unison, unable to refuse.The bridal boutique Pierre had chosen was renowned in Riverford. It boasted luxurious decor, exquisite gowns, and impeccable service.The attendant led Pierre and Zayden to a private lounge while Calla was escorted to the VIP dressing room.Calla slipped into the gown Pierre had custom-ordered for her from Uscaria. She walked to the full-length mirror, and her jaw dropped at her reflection.The dress was a masterpiece. A plunging neckline, a fishtail skirt, and a flowing veil that stretched for what felt like miles. It was adorned with countless sparkling rhinestones and pearls, creating a dazzling effect."Ms. Sherman, this gown is a work of art, designed by Uscaria's most celebrated designer. It's perfect for you," the attendant gushed, smoothing out the fabric."Isn't the neckline a bit low?" Calla asked, feeling self-conscious. She could practically see her cleavage."Not at all! Many brides wear even lower necklines. It'
With a burst of courage, Zayden shoved Peggy aside and smoothed down his collar. He declared, "Fine! If you're not worried about your reputation, why should I be? Call the police! Go ahead!"Peggy was taken aback. She had been counting on his fear of a scandal to manipulate him. But now that he was willing to face the consequences, she wouldn't get anything out of this, especially considering his family's influence.Knowing Zayden wasn't serious about calling the police, Pierre stepped in. "Zayden, I think you and Ms. Horn should settle this privately. The police have better things to do. Why don't you find a place to talk things over?"Emboldened, Zayden retorted, "What's there to talk about? The worst she can do is accuse me of sexual harassment."Peggy stood there, silent. She didn't want to escalate things, because it wouldn't benefit her. She wouldn't get what she wanted if she pushed too hard.Pierre saw right through her facade and gave Zayden a nudge. "This situation is em
That certainly did the trick. Peggy had been searching for Zayden for so long that she wouldn't let a fight with Calla derail her opportunity.She pointed a finger at Calla. "We'll see how this plays out!" Then, she turned and ran out of the boutique.Pierre approached Calla, taking her hand in his. "You look beautiful in that gown.""I didn't see that coming," Calla said, glancing in the direction Peggy had disappeared."She's no match for you anyway. So just sit back and enjoy the show," Pierre said."Zayden's mother..." Calla began, her voice laced with curiosity."Zayden's mother suddenly fell ill and passed away six months ago. That's why Peggy's so bold now. Zayden, being a rather timid and proud man, is no match for her. I don't think he'll be able to get out of this easily," Pierre said with a chuckle."Peggy's not about to let such a juicy opportunity slip away. She'll milk it for all it's worth," Calla said, knowing Peggy all too well. If money was involved, Jill an