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“Thank you.”
“I can’t imagine where my son has been hiding you, but I’m glad we’ve finally met. Now I might get the chance to paint you.”
I laugh, but it clicks that she must be where Knight gets his artistic talents from.
“Mother, please.” Knight rolls his eyes, and the two launch into a conversation in French.
It ends with Elodie tapping his shoulder as she has the last word.
“She insists on painting you,” Knight explains.
“I’d be honored, but I’ve never done anything like that before.” I grin.
An easy smile plays at the corners of her full red lips. “I just need you.”
“That sounds great.”
Well, at least I don’t have to worry about her liking me. She does.
We fall into an easy conversation about her galleries in France and the art shows she puts on throughout the course of the year. Most of the day is spent with her, Maurice, and my father, right up to the reception where Knight and I have our first dance, then we sit together at the head table with our friends and family for dinner.
Knight goes off with his grandfather after, and we lose each other.
When an hour passes and he doesn’t come back, Madison and I head to the ladies’ room for a little break. I get a face towel when we walk inside and dampen it with cold water to dab my cheeks.
“Are you okay? You seem to be holding up well.” A hopeful smile brightens her face.
I lean against the wall and hold the towel to my cheek. “I’m okay. Just tired now.” I’m actually exhausted. After she left last night, it took me awhile to get to sleep. “I’m barely awake.”
She laughs. “At least you still look fabulous. You wear tiredness well. When are you guys leaving?”
“I have no idea.” It’s already eight. I can’t imagine us being here for much longer as most people, including Dad, have already left.
I don’t know what’s happening tomorrow either. When Knight was asked about our honeymoon by one of the reporters, he said we were going to a secret location. I assumed he meant home because I haven’t been told anything about that. All I was told was to block off next week for various post-wedding activities.
“Well, let’s grab some more champagne and make the most of the night.” Madison rubs her hands together. “Might as well enjoy ourselves while we can.”
“Sure.” I sound chirpy about the idea, but I was hoping to look for Knight.
We leave the bathroom, and her phone rings when we reach the hallway.
“Oh, I have to take this.” She winces, checking her phone. “It’s Chad. Grab me a drink. I’ll be with you in a minute.”
“Sure. Tell him I said hi.” I grin, loving the sight of the flush in her cheeks.
“I will.” She walks the other way, and I continue down the hallway.
I feel slightly lighter now that the day is practically over, but the blanket of uncertainty still hangs heavy in the air. That uncertainty is something I know I’ll have to face as the days go by.
Today is the start of the countdown to the end. Things will be very different now that Knight and I are married, but I don’t know howwe’llbe with each other.
I don’t even know when I’ll see him again after tonight.
Or what will happen when I do.
I glance at the ring on my finger for the umpteenth time and think about what it symbolizes.
I’m Knight’s wife now.
