Maid in the USA(34)

“Yaay,” Kylie chortled. “Mommy and Daddy are getting married.”

“Hold on, Kylie,” Pierce said, laughing. “Celine still hasn’t said yes.”

“Yes, yes, yes,” Celine said through her tears and walked into the arms Pierce held open wide.

And so they hugged - Pierce, Celine and Kylie, all three - happy in knowing they were now a family.





EPILOGUE



Kylie was the prettiest flower girl in the world. Slowly and carefully, her face beaming with pride, she left the church vestibule and walked up the aisle with her basket of red rose petals, sprinkling the flowers along the path ahead of her.

She followed a very nervous ring bearer, a little friend she’d made on her first day in junior kindergarten. In his black suit the little gentleman walked ahead of Kylie, stopping every few minutes to check that she was still there.

The church was full of friends and family including Claire, Sylvan and Marc. Pierce’s family was there, too - Elizabeth and Carlos from Hawaii and Sharon, her husband and two children from San Diego.

Mrs. Simpson beamed as she looked toward the back of the church and saw Celine standing there, waiting on the organist to start the bridal march.

Sophia was in the congregation, too, looking more stylish and elegant than anyone in the church. She’d been Celine’s greatest surprise. At the news that Pierce had proposed to her the woman seemed to have changed her whole demeanor as if she accepted that it no longer made sense to pretend. She did not become warm and inviting but she became a great source of advice to Celine as she prepared for her big day.

To Celine’s even greater surprise and relief she solved the mystery of the pool gate. It was Sophia who had left the gate open and not Celine. She’d come by early that morning to borrow the long net to give to her pool cleaner. It had been too early in the morning to wake anyone. It was only when she heard Mrs. Simpson speaking about the mystery of the gate that she realized her role in Kylie’s near death experience. She apologized in tears and since then had become Kylie’s greatest ally, even at times when she deserved to go to the naughty corner.

Now it was time for Celine to walk up the aisle. As the bridal march began she lifted her head. Her heart soared as she smiled at the man who waited for her at the other end. Tall, dark and deliciously handsome in his suit and bowtie, Pierce was smiling at her and in his eyes was a light that told her never to doubt his love again.

And so, as the strains of the march filled the church she stepped forward proudly, ready to start her new life as mommy to an angel and wife to her beloved, Pierce D’Amato.





THE END





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CHAPTER ONE





Roman Steele stared across the boardroom table at his long-time business associate. “So basically you’re telling me she’s a spoiled brat.”

The older man frowned. “Since you put it so bluntly…yes, I guess that’s what I’m saying.” Richard Van Buren laced his fingers across his stomach and leaned back in the chair. “She’s getting me worried, Roman. She’s all grown up now. She can’t keep behaving like this.”

“Don’t you think you’re being melodramatic?” Roman asked, slightly amused. “You said she’s grown now. I would think the realities of life would calm her.”

“That’s the problem. I haven’t exposed her to any of those realities.” Richard shook his head then sighed. “Ever since her mother died when she was six I’ve been spoiling Serena, letting her have her own way. Trying to make up for the loss of her mother, I guess.” His eyes took on a distant look and his voice trailed away.

“But you went overboard?” Roman prompted.

Richard grimaced. “I let her run wild for years. I thought with the supervision of the housekeeper she would be alright. After all, girls are supposed to be easier to raise than boys, right? Guess I was wrong.” Richard smiled ruefully. He reached into his breast pocket and pulled out a brown leather wallet from which he took a small photograph. He slid it across the table. “This is my Serena when she was nineteen.” He shrugged. "It's a couple of years old."