First, movie star Ryan Remington exits, and he beams in the sunlight.
As Ryan, Troy, and Chris’s mother, Grace Remington, exits the jet, it’s as if time itselffreezes.I had heard Grace is all class, and Harrison was not wrong.
The aging movie star looks stunning and timeless.
Grace is supposedly in her sixties, but she looks forty-five. She glides more than walks, and she is divine. In a class of her own.
The last out is the very single super-agent brother, Chris Remington. As Chris descends the jet’s stairs in his perfectly cut black suit, he pulls on dark glasses.
“Oh, my God!”
I spin to Cassidy, and I raise a brow. “Sorry,” she says, before turning red. “But really?”
She is not wrong. Like Troy, Chris does look like an Italian fashion model straight off some magazine cover.
The Remingtons gather below their jet, and they check they have all they need. Troy welcomes his brothers and mother, and I still can’t believe how handsome he is, or how and why he is single.
I’m disappointed Anastasia couldn’t make it, but again she is onanother large movie.
We are driven backto the chateau in several vehicles, and I sit in the old Land Rover with Harry, Troy, Rhett, and Cassidy.
William drives several Remingtons in the old Rolls Royce, and it’s good to see the old car get some use.
We are just in time as my mom, my brother, and two cousins, plus an aunt, arrive. We all hug, and Harry and I introduce those who have not met.
As we have welcome drinks on the terrace overlooking the yellow roses and lake, we talk.
Cassidy explains to me why she’s come alone, and I sadly feel it was a wise choice.
Ted, her weird tech-head hubby, is harmless, but he is not exactly cutting-edge fun.
I feared in advance Harry and his media pals would not want to bore themselves with talk of computer chips or hard drives.
As Cass and I discuss the planned wedding, I notice Troy Remington look at Cass with hungry eyes. He must not already know she is married, and he will need to be kept at bay.
Reclusive hunks with wicked needs are a tinder box and dangerous.
As I notice Cass biting her lip, I chase her away and remind her she is married.Verymarried! Not that she would let a grumpy hunk like Troy Remington in her panties.
Even if Troy is almost as hot as my Harrison, he would ruin Cass for good. Troy will no doubt find his mate, and then the world would be safe.
Again.
After Momand I catch up, and we both shed a fewtears, Grace joins us. She and Mom get on, which is cool, and then it’s finally time.
Time to put my wedding dress on.
My stomach flutters as Cass helps me with it upstairs. She drools over it, and her eyes are as big as plates. It is a classy and timeless white gown, and I adore every inch of it.
It is a one of a kind, and from an upcoming NYC designer I have come to adore.
I feel special, and even if I may have a few more curves than other women, things have gone well, and today ismy day.
As I stand in a mirror and adjust myself, Cassidy gives me a small speech about marriage. I take it in, like a more mature version of myself.
We then discuss the coming ceremony, and next two hours, as we do my hair. After a minute, Cass shakes her head. “What?” I ask, confused.
“You marrying someone magazines and newspapers call The Media King.”
