The palace has commissioned famed photographer, Jillian Sabal, to take posed and candid shots of the royal family. Logans late, so I try to call, but the call goes to voicemail. I send him texts but he doesnt answer. My anxiety grows as pictures are taken at the staircase without him. My disappointment is devastating. While he wouldnt have been included in the portrait shots, I thought wed get to take one or two pictures of just me and him—and they wouldve been so amazing.
I look up at the house—its sturdy, secure, and the land around it is quiet and serene. When its done, itll be a warm place . . . a safe, happy, wonderful place to come back to at the end of every day.And its like a sinkhole opens beneath my feet and Im falling.
Are you staying in Wessco? When we all go home to New York, after the babies are born, are you . . . not coming with us?He squints for a moment, like he doesnt understand the question. Then shakes his head, Of course Im coming back with you. Youre . . . I mean, my job with the prince, he looks into my eyes, it means everything to me.Logan lifts his hand toward his home. Thisll be for later, a place to eventually settle. Or maybe itll be an investment.
And my feet are back on solid ground again.Do you want to see the inside?
I nod so hard I bounce. Yes, Id love to.
We walk up the path together, side by side. Logan puts his large hand on my lower back, and my skin tingles, burns. Careful, theres some debris—dont want you to fall.It makes me unhappy, said Charles, to know that something like that existed right under my nose—right under my das nose, and none of us suspected anything.
Wellesley rubbed his face. I can see that. Where do you want me to start?I dont remember everything. Wellesley closed his eyes wearily. But you have more than earned whatever I can tell you. Asil, my old friend, if you are through being irritated with me, would you open the cupboard above the fridge and get the bottle you will find there. Then, if you will, pour all of those who wish it, but most especially me, a little? I was saving it, but I think this tale … I think I need a little strength to tell this tale. I would do it myself, but I would end up on the floor before I got to the fridge.
Asil folded his arms and stayed where he was. He and Sage had both lost the ready-to-defend-myself body posture theyd had when Anna woke up.Sage heaved a sigh, opened the cabinet, and made a sound of approval as she pulled out a wine bottle.