“That’s just his surname. You know his name is Harrison King. It’s not a thing.”
“I call bullshit. It is, and you need to get online every now and then. Harry is called that because he is a major player in media, and entertainment. And if Harry is the Media King, then you are going to be who?”
“What are you talking about, woman?”
“You will be the Queen!”
“The heck I will,” I say nervously.
I gulp and suddenly worry about the press and media as the sound of a circling chopper drones on. I then take a long nervous pull on my French champagne.
Harry is super low profile, and we never have any press or paparazzi around. We need it to stay that way.
I pull Cass’s hand, and we head downstairs.Harry and I agreed it is no problem to see each other in our wedding clothes before our gentle lakeside wedding.
I find him on the terrace, and he looks impeccable. Harry is wearing a unique black suit, and he looks divine.
As we kiss, another private jet banks around, and it comes to land next to the others.
Harry excuses himself, and he and William head away in the old Land Rover.
Twenty minutes later, as we all talk around the rose garden, and as people drink champers, two strange looking second cousins of Harrison’s are introduced. I’ve never heard of them, and Harry leans in close.
He then tells me some odd distant relative, likely a cousin of an aunt or something like that, must have sent them invites.
It is good to know Harry does have a few distant relatives, even if they are dressed rather casually.
After we are all settled, William informs all we will soon have the ceremony.
My heart flutters, and I am suddenly nervous and excited.I share looks with Mom and Harry, and I blush. I’m still getting used to this all, but I know I am ready.
Ready to build a familywith him.
Decidingto have our ceremony down at the lake with a celebrant we’d met months back was the right thing to do.
The weather is perfect, and the two dogs have bows around their necks as they watch on.
We are on the jetty over the lake, and the once gruff, still demanding in bed Harrison looks gorgeous.
His perfectly cut black suit fits like a glove, and he glows. I, however, beam inside.
We both say what we have worked on for months, and I have trouble not crying. Harry’s perfect words are like little arrows in my big, silly heart.
Thank God the celebrant keeps things moving, as I’m close to really losing it. Blubbering in front of these people—not such a good look.
The next minute is like a dream, and then finally, the ring goes on and we kiss.
I melt into the man I love, and then finally people cheer loud.
We followWilliam to the grand ballroom, and we drink while there are colorful speeches. Some are from Harrison’s billionaire friends, and some are from less wicked people, including Mom, Cassidy, and even Harry himself.
Troy is best man, and his speech is touching. His words meaningful, and magical.
As the stars form above the lake, we dine outside and start to dance.
I change into something less ‘wine spill disaster’ and I start to relax.
As the moon emerges above the horizon, Harry’s two ultra-private cousins mumble something about it being time to get back into it.
