“Absolutely.” Nick decides. We can’t just stay in Paris for two weeks and then leave. Not when there are so many options so close. We could visit Italy after, spend some time with Roman’s family and then go to Venice so you can finally ride the gondolas. Maybe Croatia – it’s beautiful there.”
Sophie excuses herself and Diana hurries after her. Miles takes a slow breath. “Let me say this then: if you can survive my daughter’s insanity over the next six weeks, I will paste a smile on my face and happily give her to each of you. That means no fighting, no missing work, and no almost breakups.”
“Done.” Roman agrees on our behalf.
We’ve survived how much already together? Nothing has gotten between us yet. I can’t see a single issue that would convince us that we’re better without Sophie, even if the house is going to be a mess of wedding planning and we’re going to have to take on plenty and probably remind her that there’s no budget.
Sophie comes back and stares at the food being cooked like it’s the only thing keeping her sane. I turn her head and kiss her softly before Nick does the same. He rubs her knee. “Put us to work, sweetheart. We want this to be an amazing day for you.”
“Are you sure we can’t elope and then just throw a big party?”
“Absolutely not!” Her father roars, putting an end to that immediately.
Here we go. I know we are in for a ride and I wouldn’t have it any other way.