“Any day now.” She smiled looking lovingly at our brother.
“Thank you for playing. It sounded fantastic,” I said.
She leaned in and kissed my cheek. “Congrats. Mirabel looks gorgeous.”
“Doesn’t she?” Savanah said.
“Where’s this new boy of yours?” Declan asked our sister.
“There he is.” She waved at her new boyfriend, who was skinnier than her usual muscle guy.
“Another tosser?” My brother uttered under his breath.
“I heard that,” Savanah said. “He’s from peerage, I’ll have you know. He’s Lord Featherby’s son.”
“He’s got a loud dress style. A little like Orson,” I said, regarding the embossed off-white suit that reminded me of furniture covering.
“Ollie’s got an interesting approach to his wardrobe. That happens to be Versace,” Savanah said.
Her new boyfriend joined us, and my sister introduced him to us.
“So Ollie’s short for?” I asked my sister’s new boyfriend, who seemed to bounce on the spot. I could only assume he’d sniffed a line or two.
“Olivier. My parents named me after some famous actor.”
“Laurence Olivier, you mean?” Declan asked.
“I think so.” He looked at Savanah and pulled a smirk.
I glanced at Declan, who remained cool. Yep, our sister had attracted another tosser.
I went to find my beautiful wife and spied her chatting with some of the farmers we’d grown up with.
John Newman patted me on the arm. “I always knew you two had a thing.”
I looked at Mirabel and smiled. I wasn’t going to deny that I’d always found my new wife hot and desirable.
“How’s the new house going?” I asked him.
“Marvellous. The missus couldn’t be happier. We’ve got a new grandchild, and it’s a lovely bright house. Such an improvement. The farm’s doing well. We’re now producing organic dairy products. And we are making a killing, thanks to you. I might have resisted, but, boy, that change has done us the world of good.”
“Change can be a great thing.” I smiled.
I pardoned myself and led Mirabel to a quiet corner. “Are you having a good time, Wife?”
“Yes, Husband, it’s a hoot.”
I ran my hand over her silk-covered hip. “This is beautiful. You are beautiful.”
She stroked my lapel. “And you in a tux look good enough to eat.”
“Mm… I am feeling a little hungry myself.” I hooked my arm. “Can I accompany you to dinner, madam?”
Arm in arm, we went to join the guests in the ballroom, smiling and giggling at anything and everything.
EPILOGUE
Savanah