Harry has a few quiet words with them, away from us all. The two men then talk to me, and they talk almost in a whisper. They tell me to call if we ever have trouble.
I have no idea what they mean, but somehow, I can tell they are protective, and wealthy.
After they take off to fly south, their sleek jet banks around the chateau. “They must be doing something right,” I say quietly.
Harryshakes his head in disbelief and he leans in close. “Don’t tell a soul, but those two lunatic farmers own half of Idaho.”
I raise a brow, and he whispers, “And two other states.”
No wonder they showed little interest in media, movie or fashion chit chat.
“Farming, and big,” Harrison says, helping me understand. “And the weird bit, when they saw the chateau, they called it a ‘cute little spot.’ The thing is, they weren’t being rude. They simply have money. Real money. And old old.”
“Cute and little?” I ask, eyes big.
Harry nods as people dance and drink. “As teens, they inherited money, like I did. They then ploughed it all into farms and worked on them 24/7. They then borrowed and expanded like maniacs. They didn’t get caught up in the media, movie, and advertising game like me. They just kept working and buying land. They then bought the bank that they used to borrow money from.”
We both laugh and walk back to our friends.
Married.
As we talk, share, laugh, and drink, we dance under the stars. I look around, and the humble beautiful people I am now calling my own friends laugh, dance, and talk.
It’s hard to work out why so many hot billionaires are bachelors, but like Harry once said, to make it in media, you almost need to be a workaholic. That basically means you become what? Stressed and grumpy.
Mix in hot, and there you have it.
It is a perfect evening as I hold one of our growing dogs, laugh, and talk. I could not feel more loving, more content, or more loved.
As I stand outside the chateau, our home, with our closest familyand friends, I breathe deep. I’ve come a long way.
Everyone important to me is here, and everything I need is here.I am finallywhere I need to be.
During our extended honeymoon,Harry and I travel to several countries and we do it onboard his jet. I show him some of my old workplaces, including several world-class restaurants in London and Rome.
At the same time, Harry shows me his, or as he likes to call them, our current offices in London, Rome, and Tokyo.
While in Tokyo, we drop off gifts from our nation. The Japanese execs showed us much of Japan, it is time to show them some of America.
We then thank the executives who helped make the international side possible, and especially the Asian expansion work.
We stay a night in the same Tokyo hotel suite where we fell deeper in love and where we screwed like rabbits. The night we destroyed half the hotel suite.
We fly back towards New York, and we stop off in New Zealand and Tahiti. They are small, pure, and green islands, and the people are gentle.
We ski, we sail, we dive, and we ride horses.
We also fall deeper in love, share more adventures, and build a deeper connection.
By the time we get home and back to the estate, we find the chateau is now a combination of very old money and less old money. Or maybe it is now moreus.
We pepper a few new things around, and items we bought on our travels. White sheep skin rugs, Pacific conch shells, books, printed photos, and several antiqueswords. Plus a couple of Italian motorcycles Harrison fell in love with in Rome.
Guys!
Tusk and Jessie are excited to see us home, and they yap and squirm as we carry them through the chateau to explore the fresh designs.
Our dream to create a loving and lasting family is really happening, and it is happening now.
