e says as he removes his jacket and undoes his fine sliver brocade
vest. We sit in two single seats facing each other with a small, highly
polished table between us.
“Welcome aboard, sir, ma’am, and congratulations.” Natalia is at our side,
offering us both a glass of pink champagne.
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“Thank you,” Christian says, and she smiles politely at us and retreats to the
galley.
“Here’s to a happy married life, Anastasia.” Christian raises his glass to
mine, and we chink. The champagne is delicious.
“Bollinger?” I ask.
“The same.”
“The first time I drank this it was out of teacups.” I grin at him.
“I remember that day well. Your graduation.”
“Where are we going?” I’m unable to contain my curiosity any longer.
“Shannon,” Christian says, his eyes alight with excitement. He looks like a
small boy.
“In Ireland?” We’re going to Ireland!
“To refuel,” he adds, teasing.
“Then?” I prompt.
His grin broadens and he shakes his head.
“Christian!”
“London,” he says, gazing intently at me, trying to gauge my reaction.
I gasp . Holy cow. I thought maybe we’d be going to New York or Aspen or
maybe the Caribbean. I can hardly believe it. My lifetime ambition has been
to visit England. I’m lit up from within, incandescent with happiness.
“Then Paris,” he adds.
What?
“Then the South of France.”
Whoa!
“I know you’ve always dreamed of going to Europe,” he says softly.
“I want to make your dreams come true, Anastasia.”
“You are my dreams come true, Christian.”
“Back at you, Mrs. Grey,” he whispers.
Oh my . . .
“Buckle up.”
I grin and do as I’m told.
As the plane taxis out on to the runway, we sip our champagne, grinning
inanely at each other. I can’t believe it. At twenty-two years
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old, I’m finally lea一ving the United States and going to Europe—to London of
all places
Once we’re airborne, Natalia serves us yet more champagne and prepares
our wedding feast. And what a feast it is—smoked salmon, followed by roast
partridge with a green bean salad
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