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The palace on Lake Cuomo was gorgeous all by itself, but Sebastian outdid himself, even with the limited amount of time he had for preparations.
I still got my tuberoses, too, although Sebastian put up one hell of a fight.
“Oh my God, I feel like I’m watching a ‘very special episode’ of Keeping Up With The Kardashians,” he muttered as he watched the Italian workers carting in all the bouquets.
My parents were appropriately wowed, though. I know I’ve never said much about them, and that’s partly because they never truly forgave Connor for the whole sex scandal thing. (Another evil deed to go on Miranda’s mile-long list.) I get it; it was tough seeing pictures of their little girl doing naughty things on the national news. The looks they got at church didn’t help any, either. And then he broke up with me, which sent me into a spiral of depression, which further convinced them he was the devil. When we got engaged, they were more alarmed than they were happy. Once they found out Connor had parachuted out of a jet and taken on a bunch of armed mercenaries to save my life, though, all was forgiven.
Speaking of jets, we got one as a wedding present – from a guest who wasn’t even there.
Halfway through the reception, Connor came up to me with his cell phone held out. “Somebody wanted to say hello,” he said.
I took the phone and read the screen:
Hi, Lily! Congratulations!
“Eve! Oh my gosh, hi!”
I’m sorry we couldn’t be there, but we’re still lying low for a while. Just to be safe.
“I understand. Again, thank you so much – we wouldn’t be here right now, or even be alive, without you.”
Well, I wouldn’t have been alive to help if it hadn’t been for you, so… by the way, Grant’s here. Say hello, Grant.
HELLO, GRANT,appeared in all caps.
Smartass,came the next text.
SERIOUSLY, THOUGH, CONGRATULATIONS. IS CONNOR STILL THERE?
“Right here,” Connor said.
I LEFT YOU A WEDDING PRESENT AT THE NYC AIRPORT.
“It had better be a Gulfstream G650,” Connor said wryly.
NAAAAH, I GOT YOU A BI-PLANE, AN OLD FOKKER. BECAUSE THAT’S WHAT YOU ARE – AN OLD FOKKER.
“Oh God,” both Connor and I groaned at the same time.
That was bad, honey,Eve texted.
JEEZ, EVERYBODY’S A CRITIC. OF COURSE IT’S A GULFSTREAM G650.
“Is it really a wedding present if you’re just replacing something I lent you?” Connor teased him.
IT IS WHEN I PUT IN A HUMIDOR STOCKED WITH CUBAN CIGARS.
“The US normalized relations with Cuba, Grant,” Connor said. “I can get cigars from there anytime. In fact, I’ve gotten them from Cuba on the sly for years.”
THIS IS WHY I HATE BUYING GIFTS FOR BILLIONAIRES. NOTHING IMPRESSES THEM.
Which is why I rewrote the security protocols for the computer system,Eve said. Now your plane’s completely un-hackable.
“Really?” Connor asked, impressed.
Yup. Well, by anybody but me.
