'You did propose to me twice first,' she pointed out. 'Although the first time was more of a fait accompli than an actual proposal.'
Marco caught both her hands in his. 'Not only do I accept your proposal, but I'll make you a promise, here and now, as binding as any wedding vow. We're a team. I'll always remember that. I won't ever try to control you, try to stop you from fulfilling your dreams, from being the person you want to be.'
'That's all I need.' She laced her fingers through his; now she could hold on to him she didn't want to ever let go. 'That's all I ever needed. Your promise and you.'
And as he bent his head to hers to seal their bargain with a kiss Sophie knew she was home at last. London, Venice, a narrowboat cruising the country, wherever Marco was she would be too. She finally had a place of her own.
* * * * *
If you loved this story, make sure you catch the rest of the magical Christmas quartet
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A COUNTESS FOR CHRISTMAS
by Christy McKellen
GREEK TYCOON'S MISTLETOE PROPOSAL
by Kandy Shepherd
CHRISTMAS IN THE BOSS'S CASTLE
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Slow Dance with the Best Man
by Sophie Pembroke
CHAPTER ONE
THREE DAYS AFTER CHRISTMAS, Eloise Miller stood on the ancient stone steps of Morwen Hall, her hands clasped over the buttons of her dove-grey wool coat, and waited for her childhood arch nemesis to arrive and all hell to break loose.
'I wonder if she'll wear the veil,' Laurel mused beside her. 'I mean, she sent me scampering all over the country looking for the absolute perfect lace confection, but I can't help thinking that Melissa really doesn't like it when people can't see her face.'
'Which explains those awful billboards for her latest film,' Eloise agreed, thinking of the monstrosities, tall as double decker buses, which featured little more than Melissa's flawless features, shiny blonde hair and slim, pale shoulders. Oh, and the name of the film, probably. But Eloise would bet money that no one who'd seen the posters could remember what the film was called.
Melissa had the sort of captivating beauty that made everything else fade into insignificance. Except the fact she was a perennial mean girl, of course.
'Do you think she's as...demanding on set as she has been over this wedding?' Laurel asked and, not for the first time, Eloise felt a burst of sympathy for her new friend. As Melissa's half-sister and wedding planner, Laurel had it far worse than Eloise. Not only did Laurel have to manage a whole five-day wedding celebration extravaganza for the rich and famous but, once this wedding was over, Eloise would never have to see Melissa again. Laurel would.
Mind you, having survived the teenage years, Eloise had been pretty sure that misery at Melissa's hands was over for her, especially once Melissa set sail for Hollywood and stardom. And once she'd actually found it, against all the odds, Eloise had been certain that she'd never have to get closer to Melissa Sommers than a movie poster ever again.
That was until Melissa revealed her engagement to A-list Hollywood actor, Riley Black, in Star! magazine, wearing a giant rock of a diamond on her left hand, and announced her intention to get married back home in England. And not just England-at Morwen Hall, the elite, luxury Gothic stately home turned hotel where she'd spent her teenage years working as a maid, and making Eloise's life miserable. Well, the last bit wasn't in the magazine, but it was all Eloise had been able to see when her boss had shown her the article.
'She can't possibly be as bad on set,' Eloise answered, shifting from one foot to the other to try and keep warm. She'd go back inside, but she knew the moment she turned her back would be the moment Melissa turned up, complete with her fiancé and his even more famous best man-Noah Cross. That was just the sort of luck she had. And, as the interim manager of Morwen Hall, it was her job to be there to greet their VIP guests. Even if they were planning on filling her hotel with actors. 'She's not that good an actress. They wouldn't keep casting her in all those blockbusters if she was as much of a pain to work with as she has been lately. Or as she was at Morwen Hall ten years ago, come to that.'
Laurel turned to look at her, curious. 'What was she like? I never even met her until she was sixteen, after my dad, well...you know.'
Eloise did know. She suspected most of Britain-the world, even-knew the story of how Melissa Sommers had been brought up by her single mum, her dad visiting only when he could get away from his real family across town. Laurel's family.
'Organising this wedding has been the most time I've ever spent with her.' Laurel didn't add thankfully but Eloise could hear it in her voice.
'She was...' Cruel. Evil. Nightmarish. A total witch in a blonde wig. 'She liked to be the centre of attention,' Eloise said, conscious that Laurel was Melissa's sister, despite everything. She'd only met Laurel at the start of the wedding planning, six months ago, and most of their conversations so far had been wedding-related-with the occasional frustrated eye-roll and knowing glance when Melissa video-called in from LA with another hundred demands. But since Laurel had arrived at Morwen Hall the day before to set up for the wedding, Eloise had found it hard to believe that she and Melissa had even one parent in common, they were so different.
They had the same ambition, though. While Melissa had channelled hers into stardom, Laurel had taken a quieter route-setting up her own wedding planning company that was just starting to be featured in bridal magazines and websites. Of the two paths, Eloise felt strangely more envious of Laurel's than Melissa's. Eloise had never wanted to be a star, not really. But her own business... She shook her head. She had a good job at Morwen Hall. One she didn't plan to jeopardise by daydreaming.
'The centre of attention. I can believe that,' Laurel said with feeling. 'I guess maybe she feels she missed out on that, growing up. I mean, with our father staying with my mum instead of hers for so long.'
'Perhaps,' Eloise allowed. 'But I reckon she made up for it by stealing all my boyfriends.' She slapped her hand across her mouth as the words came out, but Laurel just laughed.
'All of them? How many did you have?'
'Two,' Eloise said mournfully. 'At different times, obviously. And, on both occasions, your sister managed to convince them that they'd be better off with someone else. Usually her.' It hadn't been too hard either. Growing up in the same town, going to the same school and working at the same hotel meant that Melissa had known all of Eloise's secrets. She'd known every embarrassing story to tell about her family, and which ones to pick for maximum effect.
And she'd had more than enough to choose from.
'Well, at least you won't have to worry about her doing that this time,' Laurel said.
'Well, no,' Eloise agreed. 'Since I don't have a boyfriend.' And hadn't had one for quite a while, actually, not that she was counting days. She'd rather wait and find the right one than try out any guy who came calling.
Not that she'd had any significant success since leaving school. In fact, the boyfriends Melissa had lured away might be considered the highlights of her dating career. Certainly a lot better than the one who'd left her for her mother. Or the guy at university who'd managed to screw her over both personally and professionally.