The Killer Queen by Noella Briony

Chapter 45

Beckett had a brainwave.

If this video is legit and my sis has got the hots for someone else, and we let this dude marry into the Schnabel family, then Noella’s never gonna leave the nest! As for Palmer, the Pollack family’s a big deal in Imperial City and around the globe, so you bet they’ve got their fair share of family drama.

If Noella actually ties the knot with them, who knows if they’ll even get to hang out much after that!

Beckett caught his siblings just as they were about to blow a fuse. He looked at Noella all sweet–like and asked, “Noella, do you dig this guy? Don’t sweat it. In our family, as long as you’re happy, that’s all that matters. Whoever it is, we’re cool with it. If you’re not into them, forget about fancy doors, and if you are, heck, even if they drive for Uber, it’s all good!”

Palmer’s eyes lit up like fireworks, all eager, looking at Noella!

“We’re just friends, no crush or anything.”

Beckett nodded, “Friends are cool, who knows what could happen down the line.”

“Mr. Pollack, since Noella’s got someone she’s into, maybe we should revisit this arranged engagement thing. I mean, you probably aren’t keen on some old–school arranged deal either. right? Young folks should be all about free love.”

Palmer had a grin like a sunrise on his face. “I agree, and so Noella and I are all about that free love. The dude driving in the video? That’s me.”

The four Schnabel brothers were in shock.

Tristan was all “What the heck?”

The car in the video wasn’t worth the lint on Palmer’s clothes, and he was saying he was the

driver?

Palmer turned and strutted over to the big screen, looking all sharp and stand–out in his tailored suit. He hooked up his phone to the screen and quickly pulled up a’video.

It was from the driver’s POV, showing Noella waiting for a ride at the roadside. Just a couple of seconds long, but it had all the goods.

“Sorry about this, didn’t expect someone to catch a video of Noella and me. It was just a bit of fun between us. When we throw our wedding party, we’d love for you all to come.”

Everyone was floored!

Who would’ve thought Palmer was the guy in that clunker!

“Ya know, that ride’s kinda trendy. I might get one myself.”

12:14

“Mr. Pollack and Noella are so chummy. It looks like he’s been picking her up from work every day!”

The Schnabel family was like, “What?”

Sienna were over

girl in this charmingly vintage set of

him, too. That smile when she hops in the car is just like back

“Mr. Pollack, you’re picking up my sis

the picture of politeness. “Not at all, Noella picked this car when we first met, so I thought she liked the brand. As a present, I’ve bought her

improved a ton.

it, it’s gotta be the real

at Palmer, a tad conflicted.

you

I shot this as a precaution. Also, I wanted to capture you.”

but what was

so well,

both here, how about the opening dance? The first dance at Noella’s birthday party with Mr.

dancing with Noella. Now with Palmer here and an

with intensity. He bowed slightly and offered his

the first dance with you, my dear fiancée?”

turn down

expectant looks from the Schnabel parents

“Alright.”

violinist struck up the tune, and the piano melody flowed with

onto Noella’s slender waist, and they glided across the dance

12:14 –

look stunning today, my dear fiancée,” said Palmer.

She’s got a name, why keep calling her fiance?

their

so petty!

his arms, their steps in perfect

opening dance could go

and the helmsman of the Pollack

She’d dressed to the

to her nanny, teary–eyed.

we do now? Palmer’s dancing with her,

a single soul had asked

didn’t acknowledge she existed!

“Miss Yvonne, don’t sweat it. Being the belle of the ball tonight doesn’t mean squatting for the future. The higher you climb, the harder you fall. Just wait until Mr. Schnabel realizes you’re the cream of the crop, the real Schnabel family gem. Your time in the spotlight will dwarf this one. And just so you know, Miss Noella isn’t even on the family

To get on the Schnabel family’s tree, Marcel and

thumbs up!

vibe towards Noella, It’s a snowball’s chance in hell she’d let her on that tree. As long as Noella’s not on it, Yvonne still has

so sweet on