Hitched & Hitched Again: A Comedy of Marital Mayhem

Chapter 1421

Number One Mansion.

Just as dawn was breaking, everyone had already gathered.

Clayton and Pamela, Blossom and Winona, and Keaton and Booker Murphy were all there, along with Gale.

Everyone was dressed in the same black attire, waiting in the grand foyer of Number One Mansion for Tarquin.

The kids had woken up early too, looking especially sharp today.

The four brothers were dressed just like Tarquin-black suits and trousers, crisp white shirts, black ties, and matching armbands. Each wore a white lily pinned to their lapel. Their hair was slicked neatly back, all in the same style.

Elysia and Baby wore matching black dresses with simple blazers over the top. Their hair was pulled back in low ponytails and their makeup was subtle, elegant, and solemn.

After Tarquin returned, everyone gathered together to discuss a few final things.

By a little after five in the morning, Tarquin was on the road with Elysia and the kids.

On the drive, Elysia reached out and took Tarquin's hand.

"I saw online-the Bradford women went to the old estate again to stir up trouble?"

wry, dismissive snort. "If they want to dig their

exactly what kind of people they are. Don't let them get to you—they're not worth it.

ever put country or

plot, but honestly, having her there was a blessing for the Bradfords. If it weren't for his father's grave, he'd never have allowed

said. "Today, they're

giving his hand another reassuring pat,

him. The five kids were unusually quiet today, too. They sat in the backseat, not squabbling or chattering, their faces serious

entrance, besides Tarquin's own people, there were

and the kids

Elizabeth. The priest said softly, "A soul who kneels so long carries a heavy heart." Soren had been there since last night, kneeling motionless

up, gave a respectful bow, and

opened his eyes slowly, red-rimmed and tired. "You're here," he said, his voice

Soren with a

up for his parents'

he also respected Soren

his sincerity, his selflessness, the way he loved without claiming or disrupting always protecting, always caring, even if it meant

all his life, never

forever

a prison lave

built.

s

as the priest had said: