Uncle's Good Girl のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 31 - チャプター 40

TRENTON My phone rang as we left the hotel. My boss Sarah. "Bronwyn, I just watched the press conference." "And?" "And I owe you an apology. You handled yourself with grace and professionalism." She paused. "The board wants to meet with you when your leave is over. They have a proposal." "What kind of proposal?" I asked, tucking my bag over my shoulder. "The kind that involves a promotion and a new position." I could hear the smile in her voice. "We'll discuss details next week but suffice to say, we're impressed." After she hung up I stared at Trenton in shock. "They want to promote me." "Of course they do." He pulled me close. "You're brilliant and they'd be idiots not to recognize that." --- The following weekend I drove to Pinehaven with my stomach in knots. Tonight was th

The AnnouncementBRONWYNCalliope had outdone herself.The estate looked like something out of a magazine with white lights strung through every tree, ice sculptures flanking the entrance, and servers in black tie circulating with champagne. She'd transformed Trenton's backyard into an elegant wonderland for our engagement party."This is too much," I said for the tenth time as she adjusted my hair."Nonsense." She stepped back to admire her work. "You're marrying my brother. We're celebrating properly."I looked at myself in the mirror, the sapphire engagement ring catching the light. Navy dress that hugged my curves, hair swept up, makeup perfect. I looked like someone who belonged at parties like this.Except I still felt like the girl who used to visit Eudora for sleepovers."Stop overthinking," Calliope said, reading my mind. "You've earned this. Both of you have."Downstairs I heard cars arriving, and voices filling the house. My stomach twisted with nerves."Ready?" Calliope of

Ghosts of the PastTRENTONI woke to an empty bed and the sound of voices downstairs. Bronwyn must have already gotten up. Ichecked my phone and saw it was almost nine, later than I usually slept.The engagement party had run until two in the morning thanks to Margaret's dramatic exit. I'd stayed up even later with Bronwyn, both of us processing the confrontation. I'd reassured her again and again, telling her that Margaret could never be the reason why we both broke up.I put on a clean pair of shorts and went downstairs, maybe Bronwyn was making breakfast and I wanted to help her in any way possible. I knew that she must have been stressed out from yesterday's party and catering to all those guests. However when I went downstairs, I didn't see Bronwyn, but I found Calliope and Fionn cleaning up the last remnants of the party.They greeted me and I nodded absentmindedly. "Where's my wife?" I asked, still groggy from sleep. Fionn nodded to the kitchen and I saw Bronwyn sitting at the

MY WOMANTrenton's POVAfterward she lay with her head on my chest, tracing patterns on my skin."Feel better?" she asked."Much." I kissed her hair. "Thank you for talking me off the ledge.""That's what partners do." She yawned. "Though you owe me for dealing with your spiral.""Name your price.""Ice cream. The good kind from that place downtown."I laughed. "Deal."My phone buzzed on the nightstand. Jericho.*Need to discuss prenup before wedding. When can you meet?*I showed Bronwyn who wrinkled her nose."Do we really need a prenup?""Probably." I set the phone down. "I want to protect you financially.""Or protect yourself from me taking your money in the divorce?""We're not getting divorced." I pulled her closer. "But if something happened to me, I want to make sure you're taken care of. The prenup ensures that.""I don't need your money, Trenton.""I know. But you're going to have it anyway." I kissed her forehead. "Let me do this. It's not about doubting you. It's about pro

After he left I returned to work, unable to stop smiling. The rest of the afternoon was productive meetings and planning sessions with my team. By the time I closed the office at six I felt accomplished and exhausted and completely satisfied.At home I found Eudora in the kitchen with wedding magazines spread everywhere."Perfect timing," she said. "Calliope sent over dress options and we need to narrow them down.""Now?""Yes now. The wedding is in three months and you haven't even tried on dresses yet."She was right. Between launching the office and dealing with Margaret's drama, wedding planning had taken a backseat."Fine. But I'm changing out of work clothes first."An hour later we sat surrounded by magazine cutouts and printouts from bridal websites. Eudora had opinions about everything."No ball gowns. You're not a princess.""What's wrong with princess?""Nothing if you're marrying Prince Charming. You're marrying my dad. You need something sophisticated.""So mermaid cut?"