Skylar didn’t argue with him and it took him by surprise. She was too engrossed in the beauty all around her to give it much thought.
She saw the name of the estate embossed on a huge board with awe.
Saint James Frascati Winery.
“Is there a wedding happening here?” she gasped as her gaze fell upon an arch constructed in the front yard of the resort building. There were guests gearing up to welcome the bride. She gazed at the officiant, the altar, the aisle, and the groom with wide eyes. Seeing them she could easily envisage her wedding with Christian here.
“Yes, we’re fully booked right now although the inauguration was supposed to happen two days later.”
“Oh, where will we stay?” she gasped, turning to glance at him.
“There’s a cottage specially reserved for us wherever we visit.
