"They're coming out of the boathouse," Andrew whispered to Victoria half an hour later as he remained glancing out of the marquee, his eyes narrowed as he looked at the building and Vicky rolled her eyes. Her boyfriend had been more interested than she had. He was intrigued to know the answer. The idea of Ana marrying Christian was still foreign to him. He continued to see Christian as the dominant male figure. He never saw the caring side that much. But, Vicky had told him that Ana would say yes. The confidence in her voice was quite something.
"Can you stop spying?" she implored her boyfriend as the quartet struck up again and she took hold of his hand. "We're going to dance."
"I don't dance," he informed her and she rolled her eyes as he followed her unwillingly.
"You don't work for the CIA but you insist on spying on my dad," she informed him as he shrugged his shoulders and wrapped an arm around her waist, holding onto her other hand as she took hold of his shoulder.
"I could work for the CIA," he informed her. "Agent...good title to it, don't you think so?"
"Yes, baby," she humoured him as they moved around the dance floor and she noted Christian stood with Grace and Carrick. Grace began to jump up and down in celebration like a giddy schoolchild and Carrick shook his son's hand.
"She said yes," Andrew declared as he noted the sight whilst turning Victoria. "You can tell by your grandmother's reaction."
"Thank you very much, Captain Obvious," she taunted him and he pulled her tighter against him, moving his lips closer to her ear as he bit down on the sensitive spot he knew she had. She groaned for a second before looking up at him as the smug grin remained on his face.
"Payback for your recent comments," he declared to her and she chuckled as Christian pulled Ana away from his parents and made his way to the edge of the floor. Vicky moved over to them with Andrew in tow as Ana continued her beaming smile which could almost rival her father's.
"We have some news," Christian declared.
"We're getting married!" Ana exclaimed as Vicky tried her best to look shocked at hearing the news and Ana flashed the ring in her direction. Andrew looked at it, wondering how much it cost due to the cut of the diamond and he shook his head, his eyes wide as he did so. Christian was not going to appreciate anything which Andrew bought his daughter.
"It's beautiful," Victoria admitted and Ana went back to observing it on her own and Andrew nodded in agreement.
"Congratulations," he said with a smirk.
"Thank you, Andrew," Ana said and Christian looked at his daughter and winked subtly.
"Anastasia and I are going to go home early to celebrate with a chilled bottle of champagne by ourselves. Taylor shall be back for you in an hour and then you can leave whenever you want to," Christian informed his daughter and she nodded in agreement. Ana leaned forward, shocking Vicky as she hugged her quickly and then moved onto Andrew. Cloud Nine wasn't high enough to describe how she was feeling.
"Your grandmother needs to have a word with you, too," Christian whispered to his daughter as he gave her a reassuring look before kissing her cheek. "It's nothing to worry about."
"We'll see you both later," Ana exclaimed, grabbing Christian's hand and dragging him from the party as Vicky smiled up to Andrew.
"I need to go and speak to my Grandma for a minute." Vicky said to him and he arched a brow.
"Is everything okay?"
"I don't know," she admitted, kissing him quickly on the cheek and then turning to her grandmother. She was dressed in her flowing red gown, looking every inch the professional with her neat hair tied on top of her head as she smiled at her granddaughter as she approached and excused herself from conversation.
"Vicky, honey," she smiled once, taking her hands and pulling her in for a quick kiss. "This won't take long, sweetheart. I just need to talk to you."
"Okay," Vicky agreed, allowing her grandmother to lead her from the marquee and onto the green lawn where she began to shiver slightly in the cold air and Grace looked up to the sky for a moment.
"Elena called me today," she began and Vicky immediately felt the blood drain from her body as the hairs on her arm stood up and Grace glanced back at Vicky. "She told me...well...she told me how she was going to get revenge...but...well...before anything happened...I heard screaming."
"What?" Vicky wondered, slightly confused as Grace nodded sternly.
"I call the police in Australia to tell them what had happened...she'd been murdered, Vicky. She'd been in hiding and someone had stabbed her."
Victoria remained silent, wondering what the hell to think of all of this new news as Grace remained emotionless. The death of Elena Lincoln wasn't something which bothered her. It was the evidence which had been planted there.
"The police apprehended the murderer, Vicky," Grace informed her. "They told them who had hired him."
"Who?" Victoria whispered.
"They said it was Christian." Grace whispered and Vicky shook her head profusely, refusing to believe that was true at all. "I know. I don't believe it either but then I...I began to think...Vicky...I just don't know."
"My dad wouldn't," she said quickly. "He wouldn't kill her."
"I couldn't say anything tonight to him," Grace muttered. "I know that I should have...but his face...when he told us that he and Ana were engaged...oh, Vicky. He looks so happy."
"He is," Vicky confirmed. "My dad didn't hire someone to kill her. He had washed his hands of her, Grandma. You need to believe that."
"I want to," Grace implored her granddaughter. "I just need to talk to him, Vicky."
"He didn't," Victoria mumbled, her own voice sounding less convincing as she said it to herself. "He couldn't."
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A/N: Oooh! Mad times indeed! Is someone stitching Christian up or did he really pay to get rid of Elena? I could tell you the answer but it hides within a certain book! It will be revealed soon enough, anyway. I assure you.
Until then, thank you to all of my fabulous reviewers! You all keep me going on this story and I never dreamt it would receive this many reviews! Thank you all so much!
