The Greek's Pregnant Bride

Amidst howls of laughter, thousands of hard grains were chucked over them from every possible angle. Zayed and Stefan got hold of him and tipped a cupful down the back of his morning suit, rubbing them into his back for extra effect.

The official photos were taken in the grounds before the chapel, and then the entire wedding party headed back to the hotel for the proper celebrations to begin.

* * *

The terraced roof of the hotel had been transformed. An abundance of balloons and beautiful flowers covered the entire perimeter, the Parthenon clear in the distance, but close enough that from certain aspects it felt as if you could reach out and touch it.

The day had turned into something magical.

All Alessandra could think was how much work and effort Christian had put into making this a special day for them. Sure, he’d outsourced it all, but he’d been the one to do the outsourcing.

All she’d done was buy her dress. And lingerie...

Crying in her brother’s arms had had the effect of clearing her head.

urged her to abandon the whole thing. He and Olivia

taking care of—her baby did. Christian was

then, when she’d looked back in the mirror, the truth had been reflected back at her

life to Christian and their baby. It was time

taking pictures of her husband and their guests—it truly was a photographer’s dream here—she put her camera back into its case

and Stefan’s date, Clio, on the edge of the

gaze upon him for he met her eyes, raising his glass of champagne

her skin dancing as

his distance in the far corner of the

York had been correct—he had gone there with an ulterior motive. But her fears had been wildly off the mark. He hadn’t gone to meet up

their New York home and told her brother in no uncertain terms that Alessandra needed him. When he’d left, Olivia had taken up the cause,

Christian had done that for her...è stato