whispers, his hot breath making the back of my hairs stand up. I gulp nervously, knowing that I would say yes in a heartbeat if it wasn’t for the sudden appearance of his ex-girlfriend, who fortunately is not here today.
“What about your girlfriend ?” I say, my tone filled with bitterness.
He shoots me an annoyed look. “She is not my girlfriend, she means nothing to me.”
“Well you mean something to her, and that bothers me. Big time. I don’t want to talk about this now alright?”
I start walking away, keen to get to Gabe, keen to get away from this topic of conversation. Tristan follows me as we start walking down the long and stone-walled hallway of the chateau.
“Well, when do you want to talk about it?” He asks, his voice slightly anxious.
Pushing my headset down, I look down at my clipboard. “When we don’t have a bloody two day wedding to plan. Look—”
My steps are halted by the sensation of Tristan grabbing my arm, turning me around to face him, staring heatedly at me.
“I promise you nothing is happening with her. And nothing will. You’re the one I want.”
Inside I do a happy dance, and I suppress an urge to grin like a Cheshire cat. I believe him, at least I want to believe him. But this is really not the time.
Putting my hand gently on his chest, I look up at him. “Let’s go for a drink when the wedding is over, okay? With Gabe of course.”
The corners of his mouth move up, he looks happy with my answer. “Sounds good.”
Okay, I really need to get on with things. Moving back, I grab my clipboard and clutch it tightly to my chest. “I’m going to sort out the catering, just give me a yell out if you need anything.”
Tristan winks at me. “You got it, babe.”
Blushing again, I rush down the hallway, delighting in the fact that he is watching me as I walk away.
♦
The first day is over. A casual affair set amongst the lush paddocks and gardens’ surrounding the chateau, the whole thing has been light-hearted, full of laughter and joy. I love the idea of a garden wedding. Even with all the risk that it presents the reward has been abundantly clear.
Lilies and violets surrounded the gardens, providing a delectable and subtle fragrance. All the guests dressed in casual smart attire, the women in bright lace and satin, the men in white and beige shirts and trousers. Delightful piano music topped off the relaxed atmosphere, and the jovial laughter and chit chat of the guests made it clear that although these people had money, they weren’t interested in flaunting it. They were here to have a good time. Marie may be in her mid-forties and a mother of three but she has a great figure, and her long sleeved lace mermaid dress highlights her curves in the right areas. The fabric has a tinge of pink, which highlights her auburn hair, which she has put up in a tight bun. Choosing to wear minimal makeup, no earrings, she also opted to wear sandals for this evening! Alain chose to throw caution to the wind, wearing cargo pants and a white linen shirt. He’s slightly rotund with thinning hair but you can tell he was a looker
The wedding was a bright and colourful occasion, with dresses ranging from emerald green to pink to canary yellow.
And the food was not a disappointment either. Even though Claudio may have been stubborn and mulish, he did a wonderful job with the food. The food he presented to me, Tristan, and the happy couple were to die for, looking absolutely beautiful presented on the buffet table. Goat cheese quiche, cheese and fruit platters, grilled asparagus with lemon butter sauce, prosciutto wrapped melon balls, pates, and escargot. Escargot isn’t my cup of tea, but it was a hit with the guests and I was even tempted to try it because of the garlic butter drizzled over it. Overall the food was delicious but the cake took the cake, literally. The pink champagne sponge cake filled with cream, it was served with strawberries and whipped cream. For a
“What about your girlfriend ?” I say, my tone filled with bitterness.
He shoots me an annoyed look. “She is not my girlfriend, she means nothing to me.”
“Well you mean something to her, and that bothers me. Big time. I don’t want to talk about this now alright?”
I start walking away, keen to get to Gabe, keen to get away from this topic of conversation. Tristan follows me as we start walking down the long and stone-walled hallway of the chateau.
“Well, when do you want to talk about it?” He asks, his voice slightly anxious.
Pushing my headset down, I look down at my clipboard. “When we don’t have a bloody two day wedding to plan. Look—”
My steps are halted by the sensation of Tristan grabbing my arm, turning me around to face him, staring heatedly at me.
“I promise you nothing is happening with her. And nothing will. You’re the one I want.”
Inside I do a happy dance, and I suppress an urge to grin like a Cheshire cat. I believe him, at least I want to believe him. But this is really not the time.
Putting my hand gently on his chest, I look up at him. “Let’s go for a drink when the wedding is over, okay? With Gabe of course.”
The corners of his mouth move up, he looks happy with my answer. “Sounds good.”
Okay, I really need to get on with things. Moving back, I grab my clipboard and clutch it tightly to my chest. “I’m going to sort out the catering, just give me a yell out if you need anything.”
Tristan winks at me. “You got it, babe.”
Blushing again, I rush down the hallway, delighting in the fact that he is watching me as I walk away.
♦
The first day is over. A casual affair set amongst the lush paddocks and gardens’ surrounding the chateau, the whole thing has been light-hearted, full of laughter and joy. I love the idea of a garden wedding. Even with all the risk that it presents the reward has been abundantly clear.
Lilies and violets surrounded the gardens, providing a delectable and subtle fragrance. All the guests dressed in casual smart attire, the women in bright lace and satin, the men in white and beige shirts and trousers. Delightful piano music topped off the relaxed atmosphere, and the jovial laughter and chit chat of the guests made it clear that although these people had money, they weren’t interested in flaunting it. They were here to have a good time. Marie may be in her mid-forties and a mother of three but she has a great figure, and her long sleeved lace mermaid dress highlights her curves in the right areas. The fabric has a tinge of pink, which highlights her auburn hair, which she has put up in a tight bun. Choosing to wear minimal makeup, no earrings, she also opted to wear sandals for this evening! Alain chose to throw caution to the wind, wearing cargo pants and a white linen shirt. He’s slightly rotund with thinning hair but you can tell he was a looker
The wedding was a bright and colourful occasion, with dresses ranging from emerald green to pink to canary yellow.
And the food was not a disappointment either. Even though Claudio may have been stubborn and mulish, he did a wonderful job with the food. The food he presented to me, Tristan, and the happy couple were to die for, looking absolutely beautiful presented on the buffet table. Goat cheese quiche, cheese and fruit platters, grilled asparagus with lemon butter sauce, prosciutto wrapped melon balls, pates, and escargot. Escargot isn’t my cup of tea, but it was a hit with the guests and I was even tempted to try it because of the garlic butter drizzled over it. Overall the food was delicious but the cake took the cake, literally. The pink champagne sponge cake filled with cream, it was served with strawberries and whipped cream. For a
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