Hired a Gigolo, Got a Billionaire

Chapter 193 The Church of Immaculate Conception had never looked more beautiful than it did that sunny Sunday morning. Golden rays of light streamed through the stained-glass windows, scattering color across the dark wooden pews where our family and closest friends had gathered. Matt looked absolutely perfect in my arms, dressed in the traditional Kensington christening outfit-a white linen set embroidered by hand, the same one Christian had worn as a baby.

His blue eyes, so much like his father's, watched the flickering candles and the white flowers adorning the altar with innocent fascination. "He looks like a little angel," my mother whispered beside me, her voice brimming with pride. She couldn't stop smoothing imaginary creases on Matt's outfit, making sure everything was flawless for this sacred moment. On my other side, my father sat with that familiar, emotional expression he always tried to hide. His large, work- worn hands contrasted with the tenderness of the gesture as he dabbed discreetly at his teary eyes with a handkerchief.

"Who would've thought my little girl would come this far," he murmured, his voice thick. "Married to a prince, living in a castle, and now baptizing my grandson in a chapel straight out of a movie." "Dad," I whispered fondly, taking his free hand. "You always knew I'd be happy." "I did," he admitted, squeezing my fingers gently. "I just never imagined it would be this grand." In the front pew, Joseph sat tall and proud, dressed in his finest suit and holding an intricately carved wooden cane that had belonged to his father. He didn't need it, but it was a symbol-a bridge between generations.

His eyes sparkled with the kind of happiness that seemed to warm the entire chapel. "Grandma Sophie would be so proud," he said softly, but loud enough for me to hear. Isabelle sat beside him, elegant in a navy dress that emphasized her quiet grace. Over the past weeks, she had become the grandmother she'd never been able to be as a mother-devoted, gentle, and endlessly caring toward Matt and me. It still surprised me sometimes, how much she had changed. "Thank you," I whispered to her, and when our eyes met, I saw tears of gratitude shining in hers. "Thank you," she replied just as quietly.

"For giving me a chance to truly be part of this family." A few pews back, I spotted Annie sitting beside Matt. My sister looked radiant in a coral dress that made her sun- kissed skin glow and matched the spark of excitement in her eyes-the look of someone on the verge of a grand adventure. Next to her, Matthew seemed more grounded, more mature, as if the last few months had forced him to grow up in a hurry. Marcus sat farther back, maintaining a respectful but visible presence. His and Annie's not-quite-relationship had quietly ended in recent weeks.

They still greeted each other politely at family events, but the playful closeness they once shared was gone. It was better this way. Annie was focused on her new life in Euradia, while Marcus would soon join Matthew in overseeing Kensington's operations in Ascia. Gwen had flown in from Valentia just for the baptism, bringing with her a pile of lavish gifts and endless stories about how the Euradian side of the family couldn't wait to meet the little prince. She was sitting with Carmen, who'd been shy about attending, claiming she wasn't "technically" family.

share our name." Father Michael, the kind-hearted priest who had baptized Christian decades ago, began the ceremony with words about renewal, divine protection, and the blessing of family. His voice echoed gently through the chapel, 1/4 wrapping us all in a sense of peace and sacred stillness that felt like a warm, celestial embrace. When it was time to bring Matt to the baptismal font, Christian stepped up beside me, his

gratitude, and an infinite, tender love that made my chest tighten with emotion. "Ready for this?" he murmured near my ear. "More than ready," I whispered back, feeling a deep, perfect peace settle over me. Annie and Matthew stepped forward as the chosen

baptism?" asked Father Michael. "We do, his parents, Christian and Zoey Kensington," Christian replied, his voice steady and resonant through the quiet chapel. When the holy water touched Matt's forehead, he gave a tiny

proud. When Matt received his middle name

had learned to love me despite her early reservations; Annie and Matthew, my lifelong partners in chaos and laughter; Gwen, who had become like a sister; Carmen, who had cared for all of us with a mother's devotion. And Christian. My Christian,

in my arms, "this is officially my last family event before the big Euradian adventure." "Don't talk like it's forever," I said, even though I knew her departure the next day would mark the end of an

"Who's going to annoy me when you're across the ocean?" "You've got Marcus for that," Annie shot back with a mischievous grin. 2/4 "Speaking

about family, about love, about celebrating what really matters." Joseph approached slowly, steady on his cane, his smile as bright as the sunlight spilling through the trees. "May I hold my newly baptized great-grandson?" he asked warmly. I handed Matt over carefully, watching as he instantly relaxed in his great-grandfather's arms. Joseph looked down at him

be." Christian stood behind me, his arms wrapped around my waist as we watched Joseph whisper softly to Matt. It was an image I wanted to keep forever-four generations of the Kensington family bound together by love and hope. "Are you happy?" Christian asked against my ear, his voice warm with tenderness. "Happier than