Chapter 152

Celeste picked up her cell phone and called her lawyer in Paris. She told him what she wanted and that she wanted it yesterday. She told him what photographers she wanted, not only for the photo shoot of the gown, but for the wedding ceremony, and the after party, also. She was used to getting her way, and when her lawyers heard the edge on her voice, they knew she meant business.

They moved into action, like an army; with skill and precision. People, it normally took months to book, were on airplanes heading to Milan, within hours. Iron clad contracts were faxed to attorneys, in local offices, in three languages. Antonia's aunts might not be millionaires because of this one design, but it would be damned close. Clothiers would be clamoring to see other designs, they had made, in the preceding years. Those designs made all of them wealthy beyond their wildest dreams. The little shop on the outskirts of Milan would grow to become a mecca for the Who's Who of the world