I really wasn’t sure whether a duke throwing a strop about me leaving the country, exiting the room, coming back, dumping a bunch of rings on the table and telling me to pick one before shoving several on my finger to unofficially officially ask me to marry him was better than doing it standing in a beautiful garden of a beautiful house in the sun with our families close and happy.
But since I got both, who cared?
“Try and stop me,” I answered.
He let my hand go, curled both arms around me and kissed me.
The wind drifted through the trees.
The ghosts settled in their graves.
And the world was set to rights.
At least it was at The Downs.
As for all the rest…
Prue’s book release went as expected.
It was a phenomenal success.
She immediately signed another deal.
Once the attics had been cleared, the Talyns went to work, and her upstairs studio was created.
It was totally kickass.
Something else expected: not long after her first release, she got a streaming deal.
But not before me.
My book about Elizabeth and Christopher Hatton was optioned and made into a film.
I used part of the million pounds I got from Chelsea’s dad, which I’d given to Battle to invest for me, to purchase the fabulous gown I wore to the premiere, and obviously, Battle escorted me.
A gazillion pictures were taken of us.
And seriously, I had no clue how he did it.
But not a single one of them shared more than a partial profile.
Though a few of them got a good shot of my amazing dress.
So that worked for me.
As for those million pounds…
We did a family thing in both Paris and Milan, that being everyone went with us, including Battle, Hamish and Christian.
Prue and Chassie also did their Switzerland thing.
The world opened up for everyone at The Downs.
Even so, it was always there, homebase, so although we all had our adventures…
No one was ever gone for long.
Also about those million pounds…
