Book 9: Summer Wedding

Sarah

Three months later

I clutch the steering wheel as I turn my car toward the private driveway leading to the castle. Blake claps his hands to the music humming through the speakers while Sydney, seated beside me, digs through his briefcase, mumbling under his breath. 

“What are you looking for?” I ask, glancing at him briefly. 

Summer is in full swing all around us, shading the road beneath the thick, deep green canopy of trees. 

“I had something drawn up for Cosette,” he murmurs. “From our estate. I think I might have left it at home.” He runs his fingers through his hair then down his face, murmuring a curse. “We might have to turn around.”

“I’m sure you have it, whatever you’re looking for,” I laugh, and Blake squeals with delight as we drive over a bump then turn through the main gate. 

The front garden has been totally transformed. Roses in every shade are in full bloom. White tables and chairs h