Page 5 of A Kind Wedding: Christian & Charleigh

“Then we need to decide now which one of us is going to take her,” Sam said.

“I am.” Simon walked over. “You guys already have your hands full with your own kids. Grace and I talked about it; she belongs with us in our home.”

“Are you sure, bro?” Stefan asked.

“Yeah. I’m sure.”

Shaun hooked his arm around Simon. “Bill is at the office. Go get Grace, and we’ll head over there and get everything started.”

Charleigh walked over and hooked her arm around me.

“Everyone is getting ready to leave.” She laid her head on my shoulder.

“I’m ready.” I kissed her head. “We have to get home and decorate the Christmas tree. We’ll see you guys later. Bonfire tonight?”

“You bet,” Sam said.

“We’ll see you later, bro.” Conner smiled.

After we arrived home, I took down the tree decorations from the attic. When I brought the boxes downstairs, I saw Charleigh sitting on the floor, hugging her knees in front of the tree.

“Are you okay?” I set the boxes down and joined her.

“I’m fine.” She laid her head on my shoulder. “I was just thinking about Celeste.”

I heard my phone ringing, so I stood up and took it from the island.

“Who is it?” Charleigh asked.

“I have no idea. Dr. Christian Kind,” I answered.

“Dr. Kind, this is Mr. Russo from the Beverly Hills Hotel. I got your number from Nathan.”

“Hello, Mr. Russo. To what do I owe the pleasure?”

“I’m assuming you and your fiancée will want to get married in our Crystal Gardens and have the reception in the Crystal Ballroom like your other family members have?”

“Yes, we do.”

“I had a couple of cancellations for 2024 and was hoping the two of you would like to come in to discuss dates. We have a waiting list, but I want to give you the first choice. After all, the Kind family is our VIP guests.”

“That’s very kind of you, Mr. Russo. When were you thinking?”

“Is now too soon?”

“Now?” I looked at Charleigh.

“Let’s go!” She mouthed with a grin on her face as she stood up.

“We’ll see you in about thirty minutes, Mr. Russo. Thanks for calling.”

“My pleasure, Dr. Kind. I’ll be waiting for you.”

“Bike or car?” I asked her with a smile as I placed my phone in my pocket.

“You’re seriously asking me that?” Her brow arched.

“Bike it is. Let’s go.”

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