Chapter 6
Frederico Cerkev stood at the altar in his black tuxedo. The manger scene for tomorrow’s Christmas mass for the household was set up to the side, but still the only thing waiting for him.
Linsey would have hated the holiday theme. She wasn’t big on celebrating “tradition.” And yet here he stood, in an archway with a set of Christmas trees on either side of the priest and festive white lights on the steps of the altar.
And his would-be bride clearly loved tradition.
The music changed and his daughter came down the red carpet, wearing a green dress that matched her eyes and placing white rose petals on the ground, one at a time, and in a line.
Christine’s sweetness was absolutely her own personality.
Her age showed up in quirky ways, though she was very much a genius like her
