Hitched & Hitched Again: A Comedy of Marital Mayhem

Chapter 4

She couldn’t help but beam with pride when she thought of her three boys–they were her everything.

Elliot was the epitome of a little gentleman. He might not have been a chatterbox, but when he did speak, it was with the wisdom and emotional intelligence of someone beyond his years. He carried himself with the air of a natural–born leader, wise and composed.-

On the flip side, Evan was the family firecracker–lively, energetic, and always up for mischief. His passions and dreams were simple: to get involved in a fight. And his wildest dream was that he’d be the undefeated champion of the world.

Emmett was the tenderheart of the trio. Though a bit shy and not quite as quick as his older brothers, he had a knack for warming hearts. At such a young age, he was already a whiz in the kitchen, whipping up the most scrumptious dishes that would put any diner to shame.

And talk about a flair for style–the cologne Elysia used was his own special concoction. Just hand him a few fruits or a bouquet of flowers, and he’d create a one–of–a–kind fragrance that was all natural, with no artificial scents, just the pure notes of blooms and fruits.

And let’s not forget his creative genius. Emmett could sketch out designs for clothes and jewelry as easily as most kids would draw stick figures. Elysia often thought how lucky the person who ended up with her Emmett would be.

She looked at Emmett with a smile full of tenderness.

“Alright, sweetie, I’ll take you there. Elliot, Evan, do you guys need to use the restroom before we go?”

Elliot and Evan shook their heads in unison, their voices overlapping, “Nope, we’re good!”

and your brother. Don’t wander off; I’m

“Okay.”

towards the facilities. At the door, she knelt down to remind him, “Emmett, you go to the boys‘ room, and I’ll be in the

scurried into

a smile, then turned

standing exactly where he was told and

burly bodyguards approached, and they were surrounding a

bodyguards

lips a bright slash of red,

train back because there’s no airport? Does that suit someone of my caliber? Look at the kind of people you find on trains–no class, no money, absolutely revolting!” Nola Slater’s voice carried

the

a thud. He was hurt and on the verge of tears

this? Get out of the way!” Nola

mouth; his eyes, brimming with tears, were looking up at Nola Slater, and he was too

venomous tone, she snapped,

kicked Emmett with the tip of her high heel and strutted