“No more sir,” Raoul decreed, giving her a quick hug. “I’m gaining a sister, aren’t I?”
“And I another daughter,” Alexander said, stepping forward. “Congratulations to you both.”
The champagne arrived and they all had a glass, with sparkling water for the children. Once they’d toasted and sipped briefly, Diego pulled Rose to his side. And as they chatted and laughed, Rose felt a contentment that was so deep and so pure it made her blink a little faster to clear the moisture in the corner of her eye.
It really was the fairy tale. Not because she was marrying the prince and going to live in the castle. But because it was love, real and yet somehow magical, and it was all she’d ever really needed.