Page 76 of Princessa
Epilogue
Some say destiny is what one finds when not even looking.
I found Grayson without looking.
An unexpected treasure. A gift of love forever.
Our impromptu wedding, the month-long honeymoon in Europe and the days, nights, weeks, and months thereafter, were some of the most splendorous and unforgettable moments of our lives—ones I thought could never be topped.
“I’m nervous.” Standing in the middle of the room, my eyes take in every detail. “You think she’ll like it here? Think she’ll like us?”
From behind, Grayson—husband extraordinaire—squeezes my shoulders. “Of course she will.” He spins me around to face him. “Stop worrying.”
Blinking up, I say, “You know I’ll always find something to worry about. I just wanna make sure she’ll have all she needs.”
“She has us, and believe me, that’s plenty.” Holding my hands in his, he brings them to his mouth for a kiss. “Are you ready? Oliver is waiting by the car.”
I take one final look around the room. “Yes, as ready as I’ll ever be.”
Grayson surveys my appearance from head to toe, then chuckles. “Baby, your shoes?”
And as if to join in on the teasing fest, Diamond brushes against my legs with a single meow that sounds more like a laugh.
“Oh, right.” I giggle. “I’malmostready.”
Waitingby the car is Oliver, and beside him, Finn and Camille—our official Protection Officers. They stayed on payroll since their assignment, after all, is thought to be one of the coolest gigs in the country. Plus it allows them to reside in the palace.
Emma steps out of the car, eyes on her watch. “They’re waiting. It’s time to go.” She slipped into her new role as Royal Family Publicist quite well. Gaspard was forced to retire, the king and queen agreeing the time for a fresh regime had come. Emma’s also been an integral part of spearheading the creation of Andorra’s first alpaca farm and has begun dating the farm’s caretaker.
On the road,hands fidgety in my lap, Grayson reaches over, his touch on my thigh calming. “Bella, everything is going to be fine.”
With my head back, a smile curves up on my lips as I think back to the first day my eyes landed on who has become the other love of my life. “I know, I’m just excited.”
The streets of Andorra are bedecked in harvest festival décor, everyone preparing for the annual Festival De Tardor—also known as The Fall Festival, only a few weeks away.
There, we are to make our first formal appearance as Prince and Princess—along with the newest addition to our family.
As the car approaches the familiar-looking gate, my heart stalls, a single tear trickling down my face. Beyond that gate is the one person—besides Grayson, my forever and always—who takes my breath away.
The car rocks as the tires roll over the cobblestone driveway, and waiting with eager smiles are Sister Roberta and Sister Maria.
As we step out of the car, they greet us with hugs and kisses on the cheek.
“Welcome back to Castle Primo, Prince and Princess,” says Sister Maria. “Come, Sister Julie is waiting.”
Walking hand in hand down the hall, I look over to Grayson, elation igniting his gorgeous face. We say nothing—just exchange jubilant glances that are all warm and fuzzy.
Sister Roberta reaches the door to the nursery before us, stopping before turning the knob. “I knew in my heart she would be yours the day you both held her in your arms.”
Opening the door, Sister Roberta moves to the side as Sister Julie steps out, Baby Amelia in her arms. “Here she is.”
I squeal.
Grayson coos.
Baby Amelia hiccups.
Now four months old, the little angel is already packed with adorable smiles and a bubbly personality—and she’s all ours.
