Chapter 18
Khenji
We’re on my private jet flying to Antibes, France. I don’t have family, but she does. She agreed to do this without them. I pressed her to be sure it was what she wanted and when I was comfortable that it was, I didn’t probe further.
A motorcade of black Suburbans takes us to the resort in Antibes after we land in France. The moment she said yes when I popped the question, I had everything arranged – from the penthouse at the beautiful resort down to the smallest detail of the ceremony. Her gown was flown in from Brussels and she was elated to discover it in the closet upon our arrival.
“Oh my God, Khenji. I cannot believe this is real.”
“What don’t you believe?”
“We’re getting married! And it’s happening so soon.”
“When you know, you know, right?” I ask.
“Yes!” she exclaims and runs over to me, leaping into my arms. She wraps her legs around my waist and her arms around my neck. “You’re going to be my husband forever.”
“You’re going to be my wife forever.”
She looks me in the eyes, and asks, “Are you ready for this? For me?”
“I am.”
“Are you going to let me touch you after we’re married?”
“Yes.”
“Do I need to get that in writing?”
I grin. “No. I love you, Livia.”
“I love you, Khenji.”
“Then let’s get married.”
She’s all smiles. “I’m so excited! So, how are we going to do this? What do I need to do?”
“We’re going right down to the beach.”
“Are you going to come and get me?”
“No. You’ll stay here and get dressed and I’ll meet you down there at 3:30.”
“Where will you be?”
“I’ll be downstairs.”
“Oh. Okay.” She takes a breath. “I have to do my hair, and—”
“No, you don’t. I hired a team to do your hair, nails, makeup and anything else you require. They’ll be here at noon.”
Her mouth falls open. She’s still not accustomed to what comes with this marriage. I guess it’ll take some time to get used to.