Then someone mentioned the words Captive North.
With Knox and Keatyn buying up land in Sonoma County, along with her hint recently about the two of them working on a future project, it sounds like L.A. may soon be losing some of its hottest stars to life in the slow lane.
So, Keatyn, inquiring minds want to know.
When are you getting married and to whom?
Call me. Fill me in. Send me an invite!
“P.S. I’m now totally daydreaming about sitting on a huge front porch with Knox, drinking a crisp Chardonnay and talking about the gorgeous weather.
P.P.S. Who am I kidding? I’d be sitting on top of him.
P.P.P.S. It may be time to call my realtor.
“Well, I guess the good news is they didn’t mention anything about the fundraiser tonight or the fact that the invitations went out so recently. We make it through the next twelve hours, and we’ll be golden.”
“What do you want to do?” Ariela asks her. “The weather is going to be gorgeous, do you want to put up the tents anyway, just in case?”
She sighs, the thought of her wedding turning into a circus clearly weighing on her. “You know what? I’m going to talk to Knox and have his assistant respond to this woman.”
“Don’t worry,” Knox says, grabbing a piece of Marvel’s candied bacon and shoving it in his mouth. “Yum. I can’t get enough of this. Have you tried it? Marvel says it’s a new recipe. He’s wrapping it around chocolate for the cocktail party tonight. Can you even imagine?”
“Knox, why shouldn’t we worry?” I ask.
“Oh, yeah. Sorry, got distracted by pork,” he says, dishing up at least six pieces of the bacon onto a plate along with more potatoes. “My assistant called me about the article this morning. I told her to take care of it.”
“How?”
“Well, Miss Bossy Pants, she’s going to let it slip to her source that I am moving into the London flat with Keatyn, and that we seem closer than ever. I mean, technically, I am moving in with her. Then there’s the fortunate occurrence that took place at the triplets’ party.”
“What was that?”
“Keatyn didn’t wear her engagement ring because it kept snagging her dress. A different reporter noticed it in the photos from when we arrived and called about it. My assistant told the reporter that at this time she was unable to comment on our relationship status. When the reporter pushed for more information, she told him she could answer off the record.”
“What did she tell him?” I ask.
“To expect an exciting announcement on Monday.”
Keatyn breaks out into her trademark grin. “Thank you, Knox.”
He nudges his shoulder against hers and smiles. “I haven’t bought you a wedding gift yet, sugar. So I figured it’s the least I could do.”
“So, then, no tent necessary, Ariela.”
“Awesome, would you like to come see the ceremony site? The altar is up and decorated.”
“I’d love to,” she says, pulling my hand and dragging me with her. “Vanessa, come with me and see it, then we have to meet Kym and figure out what the heck we are wearing today!”
Asher Vineyards — Wedding
KEATYN
I’m dressed, ready, and counting down the minutes until I get to marry Aiden.
Grandpa comes into my room carrying a large box.
“Vanessa,” he says, “would you mind if I have a word alone with my granddaughter?”
“Of course,” Vanessa says. “I’ll wait outside.”
Grandpa sets the box on my bed and sits down next to me.
“You are a vision,” he says. “Do you remember when you described your perfect wedding to your grandmother and me a few years ago? And how you imagined wearing a dress with gold embroidery. I see that your dress has just that.” He looks down at the sparkly gold Louboutins dangling out from under my dress. “You gonna be able to dance in those skyscraper heels all night, Hotshot?”
“I don’t know. They are a little small and already pinching my toes.”
“I was hoping you’d say that,” he says, patting the box. “This is for you. I had them made right after that conversation and we’ve been holding on to them for this very day.”
“You bought me a present two years ago?”
“Well, I’m not getting any younger. I figured if I kicked the bucket before you two decided to make it official, Grandma could give them to you.”
I open the box. Inside are a pair of beautiful light brown leather boots embroidered with gold thread.
“Grandpa, they’re beautiful!” I pick one up and examine it closer, noticing that the embroidery isn’t just a random design. Mixed into the swirls are symbols of me and Aiden’s relationship. There’s a four-leaf clover, a Keats quote, a peace sign, an Eiffel tower, our initials, a feather, a moon and stars, and the words bliss, chaos, love, and ifly.