It turned out that the mystery man was none other than Castile Christophe, one of the Crown Boys and William's best friends. Just like William, Castile was also considered a Royalty as he was the grandson of Count Christophe of Firenze.
Despite William’s urge to dress nicely, Kate had picked out a simple black cocktail dress and matc
William and Kate were married two weeks later at a very quiet ceremony held in a private chapel in Ashbourne. Despite Katherine’s refusal to wear a conventional white gown and veil, William’s family had insisted that it was a tradition and her own mother had given her that puppy eyes look in which she could not have it in her to say no to. Still, she had found her voice by telling both sides that she was the bride and got to be the one walking down the aisle and not them. William’s grandmother looked at it askance, but her brows lifted in open disapproval when she heard about the fact that they would not go for a proper honeymoon. No matter how many times he had explained to her that he had work to do, she did not understand. “You disappoint me, my dear William,” she said majestically. “I would’ve thought your new bride should take precedence over any matter of business.”
The plane had just landed when William and Kate had their first fight. It was started with his casual remark about her picking a hobby once they were back in New York. “You know, maybe you could pick up reading. I did not have many physical books at my house but you can get a reading tablet.” He glanced at her sideways before returning his gaze back to the newspaper he was reading. “Or cooking. I appreciate good food.” He turned to her with a grin. “As long as your food is good, I’ll eat it.” “What?” asked Kate, looking dumbfounded. She wasn’t sure what he was referring to and everything coming out of his mouth sounded so random and foreign to her ears. “I’m talking about activities you can do now that you won’t have anything much to do.” His forehead formed a slight frown.
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C H A P T E R 1 7 : T H E C E L E B R A T I O N A N D A N O L D F R I E N D K A T H E R I N E B E N N E T True to William’s words, his grandmother had arranged a dinner party for them at the hotel restaurant which was located at the rooftop of the Ascott Hotel. And just like Kate had expected, a whole lot of designer clothes, from Versace to Prada to Gucci were already hung in the closet of their suites along with some of William’s suits and other wardrobes. Not only that, a few minutes after Kate was ushered into the honeymoon suite, a young
C H A P T E R 1 8 : T H E A C T A N D T H E K I S S K A T H E R I N E B E N N E T "Hello, Darling," greeted William with a warm smile that could easily win him the best husband of the year award if such an award did exist. Kate had no doubt that everyone else would agree but she was not one of them. Albeit his smile was radiating warmth, the emerald eyes staring back at her were icy cold. Despite everything else that had happened, she knew that he still hated her or at least disliked her. Yet here she was, thinking and reminiscing about
C H A P T E R 1 8 : T H E P A S S I O N A N D T H E P R E T E N S E K A T H E R I N E B E N N E T The party was exhausting but it was somewhat manageable. Both William and Kate had greeted most of their friends and acquaintances. There were also William’s business partners and his family’s old friends who congratulated them for their wedding. Even though they all looked rather surprised that William Windsor had gotten himself married, no one dared to question them, not when he was playing the doted husband and kept his arm around her waist and looked at her as if she was the anchor of his life. William was very good at acting, even better than Kate whose heart kept jumping up and down every time he touched her. Together they had wisely timed their conversation and made sure that they had spent an approp
C H A P T E R 2 0 : T H E I R W E D D I N G N I G H T K A T H E R I N E B E N N E T By the time Kate had gone out of the closet, William was nowhere to be found and she let out a sigh of relief and sat on the chaise, playing with her phone. She had tons of congratulations from her friends and she replied to them one by one patiently to kill the time. Her thumb which was scrolling down her list of text messages suddenly came to a halt. It was a text from Jaxon de Bourgh, her best friend. Katherine, I know you did not expect a text . . . Her thumb hovered over the text for a few seconds then decided to open it out of curiosity. Katherine, I know you did not expect a text from me but I miss you. We have been best friends for years. I
It was seven in the morning when the sun greeted the newlywed through the slide between the curtains. William Windsor had been the first to wake up. He was about to get up when he noticed there was something soft and warm laying on his chest. Curiously and still half asleep, he turned his head and looked at the woman sleeping on the bed next to him. One of her hands was draped on his chest and her head was ducked in his armpit. In another different situation, he would have laughed and teased her about it but considering their current relationship, it was not possible.