They continued to walk in silence for several long minutes, just enjoying the peaceful sounds of the country and the warm spring air. The smell of manure mingled with the scent of freshly turned soil, flowers and new mown grass. It was a smell that reminded her of home and Sandra breathed deeply. She may be thousands of miles from Kansas, but the feeling of a simpler lifestyle, a comfortable and relaxed sense of a slower pace was the same. It was a feeling she would always enjoy, regardless of where she was.“When did you want to leave for France?” Creighton asked a few minutes later. “We can stay a while longer in Chelsea if you’d like, or we can leave straight away when the party is over.”“To be completely honest, I’d really like to leave tonight and get away from all the chaos.”“Then tonight it is. I’ll have Clark pick up our bags and meet us at the airport around nine. That should give us enough time to mingle, eat, dance and leave without being rude.”“I can hardly wait.” “Wha
Emma and Nana discussed changing or even canceling the reception, but Creighton insisted they continue as planned. The caterers were nearly finished setting up the tents and tables when Sandra and Creighton returned home, and the food was in the process of being prepared. Changing the plans at this late date would be more difficult than keeping sightseers away from the property next door.Rochelle arrived in the midst of the chaos as the forensic team began their investigation with the cadaver dogs. Irena was rushing from one room to another gathering makeup kits, hairbrushes, curling irons and outfits, trying to help everyone get ready for the party all at once. She shouted down the stairs to Sabrina to bring up some drinks when she saw the dark-skinned woman enter the house. She screamed with excitement and ran down to meet her, embracing Rochelle on the stairs and nearly knocking her back down to the landing.Sandra and Cathy were courteous to each other, acting more like polite ac
“Will she survive, or is there another family member who will be angry with us for life?” Creighton raised his head up and looked into her bright green eyes, smiling. Her words were light, but he knew the argument with her sister was bothering her more than she wanted to admit.“My mum is very easy going and rarely holds grudges,” he assured her, kissing her lips tenderly. “Especially when it comes to family. If she weren’t as strong as she is, she would never survive my Uncle Fenton. Now, back to this,” he said with a wicked grin, pushing her bra aside beneath the fabric of her shirt. “We can do this quick, just enough to hold us until the party is over, or I can make us late for our own reception, which I’m sure my parents will object to, not to mention your grandmother and Rochelle.”“You hate being late and you’re not going to do either one.” She smiled but her resistance was feeble and quickly weakening. “We don’t have enough time to play and I don’t like quick romps as much as
Andrew chuckled under his breath as Creighton’s smile turned genuine and wide; telling her the attempt had worked. She stood up from the sofa with him, accepted the hug he gave her, and bit back the giggle when his hand cupped her bottom. Before leaving the room, Sandra took one last glance out the window, then rose up on her tiptoes and kissed Andrew’s cheek.“Thank you,” she told him. He smiled back at her with a very proud, almost child-like expression. It was a simple act of gratitude, but the undertone spoke of much deeper appreciation than the words alone ever could.Creighton danced with nearly every woman at their reception; aunts, cousins, his mother, his sisters, Kristin, Nana, even Bess, his housekeeper from Chelsea. He spent as much time as he could with his new bride in his arms while the music played on for what seemed like an eternity. The band was amazing, with an attractive young dark-haired girl about sixteen and a boy who looked a bit older who sang both solos and
She sat looking around at the people who danced, ate or laughed. It was a pleasant enough evening, but it seemed like it was never going to end. She smiled at the people who passed them, certain her face was going to freeze in this position. She felt hot and in desperate need of the water she asked the waiter to bring her, when she spied her husband in a small group of cousins. He was a very gallant man, paying attention to those gathered around him, smiling, laughing and swapping stories. He was a proficient host and seemed relaxed and under control, even the few times Andrew or Clark came over to speak with him.New Hope’s publicity department released a short statement earlier that afternoon, thanking everyone for their thoughtful gifts and asking that anyone wishing to send more make a donation instead, so they had managed to ward off the majority of gifts or money. So far, there were only about fifty presents received from those who had either already purchased a present or had n
Several long moments passed before Sandra felt like she was able to think again, her head laying against her husband’s shoulder as they moved slowly to the music. She looked around at the guests who watched them, smiling for Chang who snapped picture after picture for their wedding album. She noticed Sabrina and Donato’s youngest son, Giovanni, dancing nearby and it appeared they were far more than casual acquaintances. They smiled and whispered together before he kissed her cheek, causing her to blush profusely. Sandra had seen them periodically throughout the evening talking and dancing, and wandering off from time to time alone, holding hands, sitting alone at a table and talking privately, and very intimately, all the while Sabrina blushed and batted her eyes. Sandra looked up into her husband’s handsome face and saw his set jaw, as his attention was also on the young couple.“What do you have against your sister’s love interest?” she asked when the music changed to another roma
“We had a donor,” Rachel answered. “I am going to have this one and Michelle will have the next one.”“Does Creighton know?”“Not yet, but it will not interfere with my work,” Michelle continued. “Rachel works from home, so it is a perfect solution. She can be with the baby and I can still work.”“Please don’t tell him yet,” Rachel added. “We will let everyone know when we are ready.”“I won’t say a word,” Sandra promised. “And I think that’s wonderful.” She hugged the two women in turn, feeling very comfortable with them, like old friends. She remained at the table a few more minutes discussing generic subjects until she found it necessary to mingle again. She made her rounds among the guests, visiting with her great aunts Sally and Margaret, Nana’s two sisters, along with their husbands Harold and Reggie. Sandra talked for quite a long time with her cousin, Cindy, until Creighton’s twin cousins, Kaydence and Kaylee, joined the conversation. The three were around twenty and hit it o
It was nearly midnight by the time Clark turned off the main road and onto the one that led to Leeds Bradford International Airport. He steered the long limousine past the main entrance and drove to a nearby hanger.Sandra sat staring out the side window, her heart pounding with excitement and anticipation, her stomach flipping and her hands sweating. This was the moment she had been waiting for all day. A time when she and Creighton would begin their lives together as husband and wife. On one hand she felt like crying, it was all so surreal, while on the other she was scared to death. What if Cathy was right? What if she wasn’t the type of woman he needed? What if she found herself alone mending a broken heart?“Ready to go?” he asked, placing a large hand on her knee. Sandra smiled and turned to look at him, the love echoing in his dark eyes gave her the courage she needed to face whatever happened. She nodded and turned back to the window, looking out at the white plane which sat