Well, Amelia was supposed to go to England at Christmas to help prepare the Duchess for all of the royal Christmas festivities-apparently, there are lots of them-but Amelia is pregnant with twins and just had to go on bed rest. “The one who’s now the stylist for the princess?” Vivian looked away from her computer screen. You remember my old mentor, Amelia Samuels?” I also want to spend Thanksgiving with you in Hawaii, New Year’s Eve with you in Paris, and Easter with you in Rome.” What else was there to do when your thirty-four-year-old daughter asked something so ridiculous? “Hey, Mom, I need an answer fast-do you want to spend Christmas with me in England?” It had all started with a call from Maddie a few weeks ago. She still didn’t exactly know how she’d gotten here.
Vivian looked around and laughed to herself before she grinned back at Maddie. Maddie turned in the direction Vivian was looking and grinned at her mother. Vivian gestured at the man in the suit, holding the sign with their names on it. Vivian nudged her daughter as they walked out of the customs area at Heathrow Airport.
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