“It went well,” I say in a high-pitched voice.
Keira’s brows draw together. “What was that about?”
“It was an intense meeting.”…to say the least.
“I bet you had a lot to hash out.”
“Amongst other things.”
“I want to hear all about it,” she says. “But food first. Are you hungry?”
“No. The chefs at the Pompadour outdid themselves. I’m still stuffed from the delicious breakfast.”
“In that case, I’ll eat, while you spill your guts,” Keira says.
“You got yourself a deal.”
I balance on my high heels and follow behind her to the kitchen.
She’s still using her cane, but she’s walking with more ease today. Knowing Keira, she’s dying to wear heels again.
When we get inside, I drop my bag and take a seat at the kitchen island as she prepares her lunch.
In no time, she whips up a yummy looking tuna sandwich, complete with a side of crudités and a bowl of corn chips.
“Oh, by the way, Rhys found a lawyer to go over your prenup,” Keira says, as she takes a seat across from me.
“I can’t thank you enough for going to bat for me.”
She stretches across the island and places a hand over mine. “First, we’re friends. Second, you’ve gone through so much in the last few days, if anyone deserves a break, it’s you.”
“It’s been a brutal few days.” I place my other hand on top of hers. “Thank you, from the bottom of my heart,” I say, as emotions take over me.
We exchange a warm smile.
“I’m glad you have an expert in your corner to make sure King König doesn’t stiff you,” she says.
“I only have a basic understanding of contracts, but from what I can tell, he’s being more than generous.”
“Phoenix kept his word about the Villiers Grand, right?”
I nod. “He did.”
“I’m sure your dad will be relieved.”
“That’s why he orchestrated all this.”
I had a quick conversation with my father this morning while I was waiting for the car to arrive. Daddy didn’t omit to remind me time was of the essence because he’s drowning in debt. I assured him the Villiers Grand Hotel would fall under the König umbrella when I say I do. By Monday of next week, he’ll be able to breathe easy.
As Keira eats her lunch, I share the most salient points of the contract.
“There’s a clause on children?” She nearly chokes over a bite. “Well, that was a waste of good ink,” she says. “It’s not like you’re going to touch each other.”
“It’s standard for a man in Phoenix’s position.” I shrug as if it’s no big deal. It’s best not to go there.
“Come to think of it, it makes perfect sense,” she says. “When do you go wedding dress shopping?”
“Phoenix will make arrangements with a stylist at the Pompadour boutique. I’m sure she or he will have a selection for me to try on by tomorrow since the wedding is Sunday?—”
