Someone’s Someone

by Curious Girl

I've always been someone's someone. I will always be known as the sister of. The sister of the wonder child; the sister of the Nobel prize laureate; the sister of Princess Anastasia of Romanov; the sister of the next Queen of England; the sister of the Olympian... and the daughter of Troy and Gabriella Bolton. But I am so much more. I am Josephine Bolton.

51. Chapter 51

The Commonwealth: Tanzania Mauritius - inside Duchess Josie Duke Oli's first abroad trip!

With the premiere of the Duke and Duchess of Clarence's first documentary just a few minutes ago, experts as well as royal watchers were left stunned. Stunned by the maleficent East African scenery, stunned by the sea life in front of and around both countries, stunned by the hard labour by the African people... and yes, stunned by Their Royal Highnesses. What was expected to be "The Josie and Oliver Show" or "Joliver Show", turned out to be one of the most tasteful and well-rounded documentaries since the documentary about the Duchy of Cornwall in 2019. The focus of the documentary was solely based on the labour of the QCT in Mauritius, Tanzania and Zanzibar, which is part of Tanzania. With Their Royal Highnesses shown for less than five minutes, it was clear they wanted to shine a light on the Commonwealth history which deeply connects the countries to His Majesty and the crown. Duke Oliver said he felt "incredibly honoured" to be in Tanzania and "help wherever he can". The documentary also revealed that the couple did far more than just built a kindergarten, school and hospital in Tanzania. Beside this, the documentary also confirmed the rumours of them being a vital part of Mauritius going emission-free. Next to that, the couple shared some stunning images of the corals in front of Mauritius and Zanzibar. The couple revealed that the QCT for the first time in history will expand its wings to sea life conservation. The documentary highlighted the endangered species as the Duke participated in scuba diving to showcase turtles, dolphins, whales and sharks. In correspondence with that comes also the need for plastic elimination, which is something the couple spoke with Zanzibari about. Zanzibar declared in the documentary that it wants to be the first plastic free island and "hope lots will follow".

It's clear that the documentary is not a battle for the greatest spotlight but one in the name of the Commonwealth for a better and brighter future.

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Josephine

I dip my strawberry into almond butter before dipping it into a blob of sriracha sauce. I've been battling with quite severe morning sickness in the last days. I barely could stomach anything I was offered to eat, I even rejected Oliver's special omelette. All I could eat were these strange combinations that look disgusting but at least I can stomach them. I've also been into salt crackers very much. I ate them with hummus and Nutella. I don't know how I expected a pregnancy to be like, but I definitely didn't expect these constant rollercoaster rides of morning sickness. I'm in my second trimester - Rory, Char, Della, Ana and Mum were all fine by that time. It's only me that still struggles with it.

But at least I've stopped vomiting everything I eat out.

I hope I'm going to feel better when we're on St. Barth's the day after tomorrow evening. I have no idea how to digest tomorrow's triple date with Char, Nate, Rory and George, but I know I can't cancel it. Not again. It would break Char's heart.

I take a bite of my strawberry just as I hear the front door of my home opening. I frown as I hear footsteps walking in. Oliver's at our office at Hampton Court Palace, doing double the work because I'm feeling so poorly today. I wanted to fight and go to the office anyway but after three days of this morning sickness I am tired of fighting. I guess, sometimes it's okay to take a step back and slow down.

I rise from the pink velvet shell shaped chair in the kitchen and walk into the dining room. Who is visiting me?

"Hurry!" I can hear my oldest sister's voice just as the front door shuts with a loud bang and I reach the media room. What's Della doing here?

"It's bloody heavy!" Ana hisses back, "Where's the kitchen?"

"I don't know, I've never been here before!" Della hisses again. "I think Oliver said on the left side."

"You think?"

"I'm pretty sure. I was busy doing other stuff when he called."

I stop in the middle of the breezeway and watch my sisters walking over to me. Della's carrying two heavy bags while Ana is carrying a big silver box. They're just a few days apart but Della still likes to pull out the big sister card. "Hi! What are you guys doing here?"

"We're here to cure you from your morning sickness." Della announces as her navy eyes spot me. She looks wonderful in her dark jeans and Oxford sweater that she paired with simple white sneakers. Only she can pull off such a casual outfit and make it look chic. "Kitchen?"

"Behind me."

Della looks at our blonde sister, "See? I told you it's the left side."

Anastasia rolls her bright green eyes before following Della in my direction. How she's balancing this heavy box on stilettos is beyond my comprehension but the shoes fit her pink dress. She's the embodiment of spring in her silk dress that has a pleated skirt and a v neckline. Ana always looks glamorous and elegant, no matter what she wears.

They walk down the glass breezeway until they meet me.

"Pretty house. Very you." Della says with a nod. She and I share the same curly hair structure, whereas Ana has long straight hair that she styles into waves most of the time.

I'm still confused of them appearing here so out of the blue. "Thank you."

"Can we hurry? This thing is heavy!" Ana complains once more next to our bigger sister.

"Yeah, sure. This way." I lead them down the breezeway, past the staircase that leads to the master wing, through the media and dining room and into the kitchen. Della places the bags on the kitchen island and looks around. "Very nice kitchen! I like the sage green!"

"I do as well. And also the marble countertops." Ana agrees with her. "That island is to die for!"

"What did you guys brought?" I ask them confused.

"Oh, I bought you a Norwalk Juicer and some celery. Celery juice helped me with Bella and Carrie so I thought you should give it a shot." Della explains to me.

I assume that's the massive and heavy thing that's in the box.

"And I brought some Badiani Gelato because if your celery juice fails, which it did for me, we can try it my way. The best Italian Gelato of whole Britain can cure any morning sickness. Where's your freezer?"

I point behind me, "Right door."

My blonde sister nods before walking around the island and opening the freezer while Della unpacks her juicer. I pick up one of the two bags and bring it to Ana. "How much ice cream did you buy?"

"Thirteen Gelato boxes with every flavour: Buontalenti, which is cream, milk, sugar and eggs, Buontalenti Pistachio, Coconut, Coffee, La Dolcevita which is Buontalenti with hazelnut chocolate spread, Milk Chocolate, Mint Chips, Salted Caramel and then some vegan sorbets such as lemon, passion fruit, mango, dark chocolate and strawberry."

"Thirteen different ice cream boxes?" I ask her shocked.

"Yeah, I told her she's nuts as well." Della rolls her navy eyes as she starts unpacking her juicer.

"I also bought some a box of Pinguino, which is a thick bar of Buontalenti gelato on a stick, with a Venezuelan dark chocolate coating; a box of cookie square, which is the Buontalenti gelato wedged between two cookies and finally a box of round cookies. Each box has six pieces."

"Ana, I'm going to spend my whole life eating ice cream!"

"Oliver mentioned Caio and Johna might come over after school again, so I thought they could take some home."

Caio and Johna have been taking Italian cooking lessons by Oliver the whole two weeks. I helped them with their homework and Oliver taught Caio and Johna some tricks. This weekend Cairo's going to Soho Farmhouse with his crush and some friends. It reminded me of how I never had a crush, not truly. The only man that comes close to a crush was Laurent and he ended up introducing me into the BDSM scene. I wouldn't really call it a crush as Caio's crush Claire is definitely not that sort of woman. In fact she's the daughter of Portugal's ambassador, which means she lives in the safest street of whole London, the road that leads to Kensington Palace. "It's still too much."

"I totally agree with her." Della backs me up.

"Jo, these kids haven't had any sweets until six months ago. They only had a bar of chocolate on Christmas! They lived one of the poorest lives in Rio, they deserve to be spoiled with all the ice cream in the world!"

"I totally agree with you as well." Della changes her mind. "Okay, where do you want me to put the juicer?"

I sigh and turn around, "Is it really necessary to have such a big juicer?"

"Yes, a Norwalk is the best on the market. I'll just put it next to your coffee machine." My oldest sister decides before picking up the heavy machine with such levity and carrying it over to the free countertop space next to my silver coffee machine by sage. "I'll show you how to use it before I have to go. We hold a press conference about our Alzheimer's study today."

"Your announcing your breakthrough today?" I ask her shocked.

"In an hour." Della nods.

"Well, you should get ready then! Hair and makeup takes time!" I start arguing. Today's one of Della's biggest days!

"Look at you, talking all royally." Ana smirks at me.

I roll my eyes at Ana's words before looking at Della, "Go. I can figure out how to use it myself."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes."

"Okay, but make sure to refrigerate the celery I brought. And you'll give me a house tour the next time, okay?"

I promise her with a nod before embracing her tightly. Suddenly, the emotions overcome me and tears start forming in my eyes. They came just to help me? "I love you." I whisper in Russian into her right ear.

Della nods before letting go of me and embracing Ana. "Tune in in an hour. It'll be on BBC!"

"We'll be eating some gelato while watching the press conference." Ana smirks at me.
"I suggest to wear a royal blue. It really suits you." I advice Della as she turns on her heel and leaves Ana and me alone in the kitchen. She wore a royal blue dress when she announced the cure for Parkinson's. I can't believe this was almost eight years ago.
"How are you?" Ana asks me as soon as we're alone.

I answer with a shrug, "I've had better days."

"You know, there's no cure to morning sickness. Della's celery juice won't help you anymore than my ice creams. But I wish they were. I really do."

I sigh, "I know. I've been eating hummus and strawberries with Nutella and sriracha sauce for the last days. I couldn't even bring myself to eat a salad or potatoes or meat. This nausea is no fun. It's not fun at all."

Ana grabs my hand and squeezes it softly. "They'll be worth it."

"They already are."
"I promise, your other pregnancies will be easier."

I frown at her words, "O-other pregnancies?" I stutter out the most significant words. "I'll be doing this again?"

Ana nods, "Yes."

I place my hand on the bump that's 24 weeks old today. "H-how?"

"How many times? I'd rather not tell you too much."

"No, how do you know? You were pregnant when you met Oliver. You told me you didn't see anything when you met him." I remember that night. She met him in a club called Last Nights of Havana in Tobacco Dock. I was pissed he refused to sign my NDA, even back then he knew we were meant to be for something bigger and better. That's why he kissed me in one of the private rooms there.

And it was the best first kiss of my life.

"And I didn't."

"But then how do you know? How did you... When did you see that? You said you didn't have visions because you were pregnant! And you were very early pregnant when you met Oliver for the first time. So, when did you bloody see that?!"

Ana licks her full lips, "When I met him again after I gave birth to Valentine."

I frown as I think back to the moment. "In the hospital of the Bolton Foundation?"

"Yes, when I did the check up. It was a little much for me to meet them all at once. I saw an awful lot and it gave me a pretty bad migraine for the next two days."

I remember she whispered something into Maria's ear that day. But she didn't mention anything towards Caio, Johna, Oliver and me. "And you saw what?"

My sister shows me a small smile. "Telling you everything is not going to be helpful."

"You can't just say I'll be going through another pregnancy and expect me to not want to know more!"

"How about we talk about it while eating some ice cream?" Ana suggests.

"I don't feel like ice cream."

My sister opens the freezer and gets out two Pinguinos before walking out in the patio. "I really like it here! It's like a mini holiday. Especially with this water fountain."

I follow Ana outside and sit down on the bench underneath the pergola. It's a beautiful warm spring day. The grapes are growing up the pergola and the birds are tweeting. The smell of growing lavender fill my nostrils. It really feels like a mini holiday.

I still can't believe this is our forever home.

"Okay, spill." I demand as Ana sits down in a chair across me.

Ana bites into her Pinguino. "This is really good. You sure, you don't want one?"

I sigh before picking up the second Pinguino, "If that's the only way to get you to talk..." I bite into it and am pleasantly surprised at the taste. "It's bloody good!"

My sister grins, "I know."

Maybe she's grinning because I'm eating something other than sriracha sauce.

"So, I won't tell you how many times you will be in this state and I won't tell you how many children you and Oliver are going to have. But I will tell you that... this job and these titles... this life with Oliver... he is your soulmate."

"I already know that."

"No, not like that. Oliver's..." my sister licks her lips, "He is literally your missing piece. With him by your side, you will do incredible things. You will enforce change and help so many people around the world... you will be a vital force when it comes to fighting poverty."

"I just hope I can make the lives of a few people better. Vital things like clean water, clean sanitaries, a roof above your head, medical care... they should be available for everyone."

"And you will ensure it. That's your task. This is why you came into the world. This is why you met Oliver. This is why you two are such a good fit."

"And was this... this royal thing meant to happen?"

Ana shrugs, "I saw you helping people with Oliver by your side. I didn't see a tiara or a title." My sister licks her full lips. "I told Mummy that your soulmate would swipe you off your feet on Rory's wedding day."

I think about her words. Did Oliver swipe me off my feet? It wasn't love at first sight as I didn't fell for him when I first met him in that café in Battersea, I hardly acknowledged him. But it was a lot of attraction, a lot of passion and fire between us the times we met afterwards... There was definitely a wave of feelings that overwhelmed me when we touched. He gives me feelings no one else ever had... And when he kissed me for the first time - I'm still getting goosebumps thinking about that kiss.

Maybe he did swipe me off my feet. "And how do you know we will have more than two kids?"

"Because that's what I saw when I met Oliver again." She explains to me.

"Where were we helping those kids?"

"In one of the many Indian slums. I should have known you'd become the president and vice-president of the QCT. India's part of the commonwealth. Of course you'll be there in your official roles. It all makes sense now when you connect the dots."

When you connect the dots... I wonder how many more dots she didn't connect properly. "Why didn't you tell me earlier about Oliver? Why did you allow me to get so close to Rothschild? Why-"

"I didn't know it was Oliver. Jo, I saw you and a man helping Indian kids in Slums when I first saw you. I was a kid myself when I first had my visions, I thought I was a freak! I was eight years old when I saw your future! I didn't think it was going to come true! I didn't-"

"But you're no longer a kid! You haven't been for quite a while. You should have told me-"

"I didn't know it was Oliver. I didn't see anything the first time I met him because I was pregnant with my boy. It could have been Oliver or Edward. I was absolutely blind during that time."

"What did you see with Rothschild?"

Ana licks her full lips and that not only tells me she did see something, but it tells me I don't like it.

"Tell me." I demand. I am done playing her games!

"I knew the wedding won't happen."

"You saw that?"

"I saw you in your wedding dress. Sitting in the limousine. Wearing that Rothschild tiara. Giving Ed his monstrous engagement ring back."

I pinch the bridge of my nose. She knew it would happen. She knew what he would do to me! She knew he would rape me! "Bloody hell, you could have prevent it from happening!" I explode.

"No, no I couldn't have. I didn't see it happening. I didn't know!"

I bite on my lower lip as it starts trembling. The tears start burning in my eyes. I don't know if they're tears of pain or anger or simply hormones. My body is no longer my own. I am sharing it with two more people and they're totally in control. They control what I eat and when I eat, the control my mental well-being as much as they control my physical well-being.

Ana embraces me tightly, "You'll be fine." My sister whispers to me.

"I know I will. I just wish it wouldn't have happened. I wish I wouldn't have pushed Oliver away when he confessed his love to me. I wish I wouldn't have run to Rothschild and live that lie. I made one mistake and it has caught up with me twice as hard." I tell her as she lets go of me. I take another bite of the Pinguino. "I'm rather enjoying this Pinguino by the way."

"I'm glad it's something you can eat and not vomit out." My sister says with a smile on her lips.

"Me, too." I finish my ice cream with another bite. "Did you tell Della and Wlad what you saw with them?"

My sister nods, "Yes. I told Wlad on his wedding day and Della on the day she announced the cure to Parkinson's."

"Is that what you saw?"

My sister nods, "I met Wlad before I met Della. I remember the moment we met like it was yesterday and I was very, very confused when I saw him marrying someone that was so much younger than him. I didn't know it was Della at the time. I hadn't met her yet as Daddy was currently in London to get her to Sankt Petersburg."

I think of seven year old Ana being picked up by Mum and Dad and brought into a luxury suit in Sankt Petersburg. She was all alone, abandoned in that orphanage and then Mum and Dad chose her... and her whole life changed. She lived in luxury from there on but this gift she has... it must've been beyond weird to see the future of Wlad. Of a stranger, of her bodyguard and family friend so many years... and she couldn't say a word. She had to restrain herself all these years, keep her lips tight... I wonder how much she knows and how much she's still keeping a secret. It must have feel more like a burden than a gift sometimes. I lick my licks, "Does this gift feel like a curse sometimes?"

Ana shakes her head and her long blonde waves swing from side to side. "No, because I never see death. I see important moments of the life of the person I'm meeting at the first time. Sometimes it's a wedding, others it's a press conference where you announce you found a cure to Parkinson's."

"What was it with Sasha?"

"Sasha's... he's a whole different story."

"How so?"

"I dreamt of him every single night until we met in Marrakesh, which was not the place we were meant to meet by the way."

"Y-you dreamed of your soulmate?"

My sister nods, "Every night I had the same dream. I met him in a cafe in London. We were in our early twenties."

"And then you met in Marrakesh."

"Well, that was even a surprise for me. I didn't know Sasha was an assassin. I didn't know he was after Daddy but I did know that he was the love of my life - and I was his."

"Well, it worked out with the two of you."

She nods, "Just like Wlad and Della."

"What did you see with Mum and Dad?"

She shakes her head, "No, I haven't told them yet."

"Because it hasn't come true yet?"

"Because sometimes even I keep secrets."

It's bad then. "Do I need to worry?"

"No! No, it's not bad... it's just... their journey is far from being over."

"Did you see Daddy leave Mum when he did?"

"No, but I almost wish I did."

"Have you told Rory and George what you saw?"

"No, it would scare them too much. But it's nothing bad. It's actually something very, very exciting."

"Nate and Char?"

"They know. Ask them the next time you see them if you want to know."

"But they are meant to be as well?"

My sister nods, "And just like you guys, they will have more kids as well."

"What about Rory and George? Will they have more children?"

"Maybe."

"Della and Wlad?"

"Definitely."

"You and Sasha?"

"We'll see."

"But Oliver and I... we're going to have more children?" I ask her again. I know we just talked about it casually a few days ago, but that was just dreaming about the future... I mean, I'm still working on our first two.

"Yes. Definitely more than two."

"And you saw that when you met Oliver again?"

My sister nods, "I saw the two of you and your children... and pets. Oliver was chasing your kids through the backyard."

"Through this backyard?"

"Yes, there was the Long Water behind them and the River Thames further in the back."

I look to my left and see the Long Water Pond and the river Thames. It's part of the huge backyard that's the Home Park. The lush green and the stunning wildflowers look breathtaking. To my surprise I can imagine Oliver chasing our twins through this beauty as well.

I never saw a future of me as a mother, everything was black and white, but with Oliver... with him I see a whole kaleidoscope of love and beauty of life. I can see a life I never thought I'd want.

"But I didn't know it was the Home Park of Hampton Court Palace. I thought it was just some sort of pond near the river Thames. I didn't see this stunning house."

"So this will be our forever home." I breathe out the words with a certainty like never before.

"It's a rather nice way to spend forever at, don't you think?"

I smile, "There's not a thing I want to change." I agree with her. "Except maybe alter the kids' wing. I'd like you and me to paint one of the rooms. Your wall art is always so stunning."

"Of course. When you are back from St. Barth's?"

"Definitely. But I haven't thought of a motive yet."

"It'll come when we hold those paint brushes. The nursery will look wonderful."

I place my hands on the bump. It has grown so much over the last ten days! I can also feel them more often now. I can't believe I never wanted children. These feelings they're making me feel are so amazing! I definitely want to do this again. Despite the stubborn nausea that's regularly knocking me out.

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Oliver

"Every party signed a NDA just like you wished." Sebastian Fields promises me. We're sitting in his office that's located underneath a perfectly trimmed meadow of St. Regents Park. There are kids playing a few hundreds of meters above us. Kids, who have no idea what's going on underneath them. BDSM is a label that's attached to pain, cruelty and abuse. People don't know it's much more about trust and strict guidelines. It's about the balancing act between pleasure and pain.

It's never something I thought I'd even be considering doing. But here I am, sitting in one of Europe's most exclusive BDSM clubs.

I thought I'd be only doing this for my wife but a part of me is excited as well. She taught me how vital it is to take precautions and today I'm going to learn how to perform the balancing act that my wife is so addicted to.

"The club is closed. I've arranged a meeting with six different couples. We have people that only meet here, Doms and Subs that are not exclusive, couples that are in a solid relationship and one that's even married." Simon elaborates before handing me a folder. The furniture in the room are black, the desk is carved from stained cherry wood and the bookshelves on either wall are made from the same material. A lone lamp sits on the surface, flooding the bourbon in the glasses and the rest of the room in a dimmer light. "They're waiting in their designated suits for you. You may watch them from the en-suite that's attached and mirrored so you stay 100% anonymous or directly up close."

I nod before opening the folder. It has a CV with fake names, provocative photos, real names and addresses, hard and soft limits of the persons. Marco arranged this for me and I'm forever grateful to him. It's a different place than the one my wife and I went to. I wanted a different scenario. A place I didn't have to ask myself if my wife did that or was there.

"Whenever you're ready, Your Royal Highness."

I finish my bourbon and rise from my leather chair. I'm wearing a Venetian styled luxury mask that hides most of my face. It was in the box that was sent form Marco. The stunning carnival mask is clearly inspired by Phantom of the opera and covered in black diamonds. I smirked as I noticed it was made of diamonds. Clearly, Marco send me a hint as he has a diamond fetish.

Marco told me that Simon knows I'm a royal but that's all Marco said to provide maximum privacy.

I have another look inside the folder and pick an Asian couple. They're in the suite number two. I don't know how the dynamics are going to be. I don't know how much submission, how much bondage and how much pleasure there's going to be.

I follow Simon to the door of his office and walk through it after he has opened it for me. Two years ago I never would have thought I'd be here but there's nothing I wouldn't do for my wife. Even if it means expanding my horizon.

"Thank you for this opportunity." I express my gratitude.

Simon nods, "You have the club until midnight for yourself. After that the floor will be closed for anyone but you." The blonde man in the black suite waves with his left arm, "The suits are this way."

I walk past him without another word and follow the direction he showed me. The hallways are held in dark colours as well. Every few meters there's a vintage wall light pathing the way. I am walking on dark hardwood floors, passing several monochromic photos that give a taste of what's going on in the suits.

I stop at a black door that has a silver two on it. I put my hand on the door handle and pull it down. It's like I opened the door to a whole different world. It's a sleek room with dark red walls and black velvet carpet. The props, ropes and toys are stored in plexiglas cabinets. It's a strange combination of high end and low end materials. There's a king sized black leathered bed across me and a purple sofa to my right. Clothes are laying on it; two pairs of jeans, a big grey sweater and a blouse in red. Next to it is a bar with vodka, scotch and crystal glasses. A long glass table is on the left side. Along the right side is a solid block of black granite with a few plush purple cushions. Large sneakers and black stilettos are neatly put in front of the granite block that's roughly ten meters long.

But I'm alone.

I decide to sit down on the granite block and make myself comfortable. My eyes scan the props and toys in the plexiglass cabinets. Most of the toys we have at home, just in a more luxurious version. There are floggers and whips, but they're not made of leather instead they're made of a cheap nylon. I don't know why it's not more luxurious but then I remind myself that maybe this is why the couple chose this room. Maybe the different material gives a different kind of pain and therefore a different kind of pleasure.

The room opens and the couple walks in. They notice me but don't acknowledge me. The woman is clearly overweight as she's rather small but wide. Her Dom has put on a collar around her neck and he's holding the lead. The short black hair of the Asian woman match her black underwear. It's nothing sexy, not made of lace or silk. Instead it's simple cotton.

The Dom is in top shape. He looks as ripped as me, but he's a head smaller. He's just in his boxers.

Maybe they will introduce me to my dominant side.

"Position 1." The Dom demands before letting go of the lead.

The woman performs a sumo squat and wraps her hands around her ankles. Her eyes look down at the floor in front of her.

The Dom picks up a bright yellow rope and a whip before walking to the sofa and sitting down. He pours himself a scotch before looking at me.

I shake my head slightly in response. I'm here to watch, not to participate.

He lets his submissive sit in the position for endless 15 minutes before rising from the sofa. He walks over to her and stops across her. "Up."

I feel bad for the woman. I once did a yoga class with Josephine on Mauritius and it was the most dreadful sport I ever did. Getting into the positions are one thing, staying in them in a whole different story. Josephine said Yin Yoga was what we did. It meant we held each Yoga pose for ten to fifteen minutes. I never felt my body ache more.

It was torture.

The woman across me must feel just the same.

She rises slowly to her full height but to my surprise she doesn't loosen up her wrists or ankles. She's in submissive mode.

The Dom opens the bra of the submissive and pulls down her panties. Then he holds up the yellow rope, "Arms behind your back." He orders and she does what he says. Then he starts tying the ends together, he makes knots, wraps the ends around her body, makes another knot, repeats it... again... and again... and again.

And by the time he's finished, the yellow rope has created a pattern I've never seen before. The yellow material looks like some sort of lacy material, just like the underwear my wife sometimes wears. It also reminds me of a spider web. He created a dress in form of a spider web for her.

It looks beautiful in its own unique way.

He stares at his work for a moment before he walks back to the sofa and picks up the whip. Without a warning he starts whipping the woman. It's with such force that the woman moves with the force. I'm afraid that he hurts her but when she starts moaning and asking for more, I decide to hold my tongue. The harsh whips almost cause me to look away or close my eyes.

He whips her for good two minutes before she comes to loudly that I fear the crystal glasses might burst.

That's one way to get your orgasm, I guess.

The sound of the whip falling to the ground is the signal to her that the play is over. She and her Dom turn to face me.

"I hope you enjoyed the show. Any questions?" The submissive asks me. I'm surprised she's so confident. I mean she's naked, she allowed me to watch her darkest fetish and she's whipped so hard that her skin bleeds.

I'm speechless for a moment. I clear my throat as the Dom starts opening the knots. "What sort of bondage is that?"

"It's called karada. It's a bondage rope harness or simply a rope dress." The Dom answers my question. "I can show you how it's done."

I get up from the granite block and walk over to the couple. I don't know why but I find the bondage technique utterly stunning. I don't know if Josephine would want this and given her current state I won't do it, but... she'd looking stunning in such a rope dress. Maybe in emerald or purple though. "I like it very much. It's beautiful."

"It's a Japanese technique." The Dom explains to me.

"Are you from there?"

The submissive nods. "Yes, we immigrated about a decade ago. Separately. We aren't a couple."

"What's your jobs?"

"I'm a nursery worker and he's a musician." The submissive answers again.

"I play the harp in an orchestra." The man unites the last knot and he rope falls down on the floor. It is only now that I notice the callus on his fingers.

The rope has left deep red marks on the woman's body - and she proudly owns it. "We never have sex to answer your biggest question."

"I'm asexual. I enjoy bondage and she enjoys the pains but I don't like sex."

Now that's a combination I never could have thought of. An asexual harpist and a bondage loving nursery worker.

"Have you ever met outside this?" I ask them.

The woman frowns, "No, I don't think we have. At least, I've never seen you on the tube."

"Me neither." The Dom answers while getting into his jeans and shirt.

"Do you have a partner?"

"Weirdos like us? No, never. We're quite happy here."

"I guess you want to surprise your wife?" The woman's brown eyes stare at my left hand.

"Yes, she doesn't know I'm here. Are you two together?"

"No, we just meet here to bondage. He likes the ropes and I like to cum." The woman gets back into her underwear, shrugs and walks over to the sofa to the rest of her clothing.

"What's your gain in this?" I ask the Dom. He hasn't even got a hard-on. If he's not getting aroused by this, than why is he doing it?

"I like the bondage technique. I always had a fetish for ropes. Even as a kid I always had the coolest techniques to tie my shoes. Fat Patty loves it when she's tied so hard that she can barely breathe. She likes to get whipped as well."

I turn around and stare at Fat Patty. "Fat Patty?"

The woman shrugs and points above us, "Trust me, up there I am one of millions. You see me in the tube and judge me for my body weight. No one thinks I'm sexy but down here I am a fully booked sub."

"You aren't exclusive?"

The Dom shakes his head, "I have lots of woman that admire my handiwork. My nickname is lacy ropes here."

I can definitely see why. "Impressive. Thank you for allowing me to be a part of this. It was very beautiful."

"You could practice your bondage techniques on me." Patty suggests.

I shake my head, "I only practice on my wife. She's my one and only."

"She's lucky if you go to such extremes for her." The Dom says.

He has no idea to what extremes I'm willing to go for her. She's my everything, my stars and moon.

"We hope we could have taken away at least the stigma of bondage." Patty says to me.

I pick up the folder that has been given to me by Simon. I nod, "Definitely. Enjoy the rest of your evening." With that I leave them alone.

I close the door of the room and run my fingers through my hair. This was an experience I never thought I'd make. I take a moment to process everything I've just seen.

It was very bizarre but also beautiful.

Maybe I shouldn't have kept this a secret from my wife. But I need to do this alone.

I walk to door number three and brace myself for another unique experience before opening the door.

The scene across me however is totally different to the last. It's a whole different dynamic. A totally different couple.

A totally different submissive and dominant.

I step into a scene that's much more focused on the pain, rather than on the bondage. The woman's only in her black lacy thong. Her wrists are bound together and she's on all fours. Nipple clamps are secured tightly on both of her nipples. She's a stark contrast from the woman before. The woman across me now has super model measurements. She's slim but toned, her legs seem endless. She reminds me of my wife when I first met her. Only the woman across me has black curls and deep brown eyes.

The Dom circles his submissive. His dark skin is glittering in the light of this room. His chest is ripped and he's only in a pair of ripped jeans that's hanging loosely on his hips. He has short curls and pitch black eyes. In his left hand is a whip made of leather.

But what irritates me the most are the rings on their left ring fingers. Platinum wedding bands.

They're the married couple.

They completely ignore me as I walk over to a purple armchair and sit down. The sound of the whip is amplified in my ear, sounding three times as loud and three times as powerful as the Dom hits his sub with it. My fingers grip the armrests as I have to fight my instinct to help the woman. She's not getting abused, she asked for it; no she thrives on the pain.

He leashes the whip across her back and her ass, making her moan and cry at the exact same time. Her back is marked extensively within a few minutes. The Dom replaces the whip on the stand and takes a seat on the leather sofa against the wall. His heavy breathing shows me that his heart is still beating a million miles a minute, throbbing inside his chest like he'd just won a marathon.

I had no idea this could cause him such exhaustion and thrill at the same time.

The sub remains on her knees, not moving despite the uncomfortable position. She doesn't raise her head or lift her gaze. She stays still like a statue, fulfilling her role as a sub beautifully I assume.

The Dom props his fingers across his mouth, letting his fingertips rest against his bottom lip. He stares at where she waits, enjoying the silent power he has over her. After making her sit just like that for nearly ten minutes, he finally allows her to move. "You can relax."

She immediately pulls her legs from underneath her because she was uncomfortable. She feels the marks along her back then turned her gaze on me.

"Eyes on the floor," He barks. "I never gave you permission to look at me."

She snaps her neck and stares at the floor, making up for the error by being still. He lets her sit like this for another two minutes. "You may speak and move."

She rises from the floor and they both look at me.

The play time is over.

I clear my throat, "Thank you for letting be a part of this."

The Dom nods, "Any questions?"

I watch him rising from the leather sofa, "How long have you been married?"

"Seventeen years." The woman answers as her husband opens the clamps around her nipples.

Wow, I didn't expect this. "Have you always been into this?"

"Yes. We actually met here in the club." The Dom answers before disinfecting the tools he used.

"Do you have children?"

The woman picks up her blouse from the bed and starts closing the buttons. "We have three boys."

"How did you do this when you were expecting?" It's a question that's been burning on my tongue for a one time. No google search could give me the reassure I need. That's why I'm here. Maybe this couple can.

"We made some alterations. There were days when I just wasn't in the mood and others when we'd be spending hours in here. Once the belly got too big there were certain positions that were physically undoable."

"For me it was about making sure she was comfortable at all times and tell me when she isn't. That's the key for all relationships, but especially in a BDSM one. It's about communication, moving within the rules and never crossing a hard limit."

"And we did explore more and moved our limits up. It's a journey and we're sitting in the boat together."

Josephine and me are at the beginning of our journey. I lick my lips, "And it's always this role distribution?"

"I don't get off on being a Domina. I know women that do, but not me. I am fine wearing the pants outside this room." She grins at her husband, who mirrors her facial expression.

"Some couples however like to change the dynamics from time to time. As I've said, it's all about communication." The Dom reminds me.

"What about the marks on your body?" I ask the Sub.

"They usually fade within a day. If he spanks me harder than it usually takes longer. However he only does so if I ask him to."

"Has either of you ever crossed the line?"

"No and if one of us had we weren't together anymore. Hard limits are exactly that. You never go there under all circumstances."

"It's a red line that neither of us dares to cross."

"What are your hard limits?"

"Fire." The Sub answers before looking at her husband, "And strangling."

"And hitting her until it bleeds." The Dom adds, which earns him a nod from his wife.

"What are your jobs?"

"I'm a doctor. I work in the ER." The Dom answers.

"I'm a hotel manager."

Another two average jobs. It's not particularly jobs I would associate with BDSM. "Enjoy the rest of your evening." I say my goodbye to them before leaving them alone. I look at my watch and see that it's time to leave. Ralph is waiting with the car for me upstairs. He gave me exactly one hour to do this research. I have to pick up Johna from school later today. Caio and my Mama will come by later so we can cook some more Italian cuisine.

But now I have to get back into my office at Hampton Court Palace as the lunch break is over.

It's time to be The Duke of Clarence again.

---

I watch how Caio checks on the roasted artichokes in the oven. We've been cooking Italian dishes the whole two weeks and I can't believe how much he has improved. I think he inherited that from Mama. He's a natural in the kitchen. I only had to show him the basics and now he's basically a pro in the kitchen.

"Is it done?" I ask him as I rinse the dishes. Even though we have two dishwashers now, I still prefer to rinse my dishes before placing them into the dishwasher. It drives my wife mad because she never knows when the dishes are clean or dirty, but I won't change.

"Yeah, I think so."

I dry my hands with a towel, "I'll check on Josephine and get Johna and Mama. Don't open the oven without Mama or me here."

My brother rolls his eyes, "Oliver, I know how to get out the dish."

"Fine, but be careful."

I walk out on the patio, passing the dining room and the Portuguese fountain, I enter the living room via the open French doors. My wife's sleeping on one of the huge L shaped sofa, wrapped into a cashmere blanket. She's been battling with nausea again but this time she has been having fatigue attacks as well. It's been going on for the last week. Maybe it's got something to do with the rapid growth speed of the bump. It feels like it has appeared out of nowhere yet it is here to stay.

I notice the book that she's read before she fell asleep on the coffee table. I placed it there when I came home and found her snoozing on the sofa. It's a fairytale book in Russian. I think she read it to our twins.

I knee down across her and watch her sleep for a moment. I stare at her long eyelashes, the heart shaped birth mark underneath her left eyelashes and the star shaped one on her right temple. She has full lips that she inherited from her grandmother Diana as I saw on Christmas. She has such flawless skin, even without a dollop of makeup.

I gently fondle her left cheek with my forefinger, slowly waking her from her nap. "Tesoro..."

She stirs and opens her eyes. Her sky blue eyes are still clouded with sleep. "Oliver," she breathes out, sounding confused. "When did you get home? What time is it?"

"It's seven. Caio and me made dinner. Johna and my Mama are doing homework in the dining room."

She frowns at my words, "I didn't hear them when they came."

"I asked them to come via the patio and be quiet. I found you sleeping on the sofa when I came home."

Her eyes spot the Russian book on the coffee table. "Right, Della and Ana came over this morning. After they were gone I remembered this fairytale book in our library. I picked it up and started reading some to our twins but I must've fallen asleep at some point."

"Did you have sweet dreams?"

"None I can remember. I must've been so tired that I slept in my REM phase."

"How's the nausea?"

"Gone at the moment."

"Are you hungry?"

She nods, "I should eat as much as I can before another wave of nausea or fatigue hits me out of nowhere." She lifts herself on the sofa and runs her fingers through her chestnut curls. She sighs, "I slept for six hours."

"You're growing two babies. You can sleep all you want."

"Somehow I thought I could just carry on with business as usual despite being pregnant. But turns out it's not like that at all. I have days when I'm full of energy and days when I'm not. It's a rollercoaster ride."

"It's worth it."

"Yes, every single time will be." She mumbles.

"I'm sorry?"

My wife shakes her head, "It's something Ana said today. I'll tell you about it later. Come on, let's eat. I'm starving!" She gets up from the sofa and grabs my hand. Our hands fit perfectly together. "Before I forget, Ana brought some Italian ice cream. Tell Caio and Johna to pick their favourites to take home. How was work?"

I kiss her hand, "I missed you there."

She shows me a soft smile, "I believe you were fine without me there."

"They were a big fan of your caramel and chocolate slices." I smile at her. She baked a big batch last night and I decided to bring half of it to our team as a thank you for their relentless work. "Lydia loved the sliced almonds on top."

"I'm glad. I wish I could have eaten them today but I was totally knocked out by this nausea. All I ate was some ice cream that Ana brought over. What did you discuss at work today?"

"It was a quite productive day but I could have been even more productive with you there." I tell her. "We discussed the Easter service at Windsor next month and Zahar showed me some charities in the Caribbean. She gave me a rather long list, actually."

"We can go over it tonight." Josephine suggests as we walk through the patio. I know she wants to visit a few charities while we're there for the St. Barth's Regatta. I just hope she won't overdo it.

As we enter the kitchen, I can already see my two brothers and Mama filling up the plates with the artichokes and the handmade pasta.

Suddenly, my wife stops in her tracks and lets go of my hand. I look at her and can see how the nausea enters her face.

"The artichokes?"

She nods before turning around, running through the patio and into our guest bathroom on this floor. I wish I could help her. I'd fight nausea my whole life if only she didn't have to.

My Mama sighs as I enter the kitchen alone. "The nausea?"

I nod before sitting down across her. "What did you do with us? How did you handle that for 42 weeks?"

My Mama shows me a soft smile, "I snacked on musa balbisiana whenever I could. At the end of my pregnancy with you, I ate all the Dulce de Leche I could find."

"Maybe I should offer Josephine Dulce de Leche." I mumble as plantains are hard to find in Britain and I doubt Josephine would want to eat it. Bananas are a sweet snack here, not savoury.

"She just needs to find that one food that doesn't make her throw up and over time she's going to be able to add more foods to that list."

I think of Josephine's obsession with sriracha sauce. I doubt that's really a food though. "We'll do some testing."

"Simple carbs are usual a safe choice. Potatoes. Rice. Bread. They're not necessarily the most nutritious but they'll do for the moment. It's better to eat something than nothing and laying in the hospital on a drop."

I pray it won't come that far.

"Eat your dinner as long as it's still warm." My Mama reminds me, ripping me out of my thoughts.

---

I roll over in the bed and reach out to embrace my wife at night only to find the bed completely empty. I frown and open my eyes. My wife's not here. I lift myself and listen for her in the bathroom but there's no sound coming from there. I get up from the bed and check the time on her nightstand. It's half past two. We went to bed a few hours ago.

I run my fingers through my hair as I walk around the bed. I grab my morning gown that my wife always leaves on the ottoman that's standing at the end of the bed and put it on. Her morning gown is gone, which means she's up and somewhere in the house. I walk out of the master wing and down the flowing glass staircase that leads me downstairs. I look into the media room, through the open door to the dining room and see the closed French door to the kitchen. The light is lit in there. She must be there.

I walk through the media room and dining room before opening the door of the kitchen. Soft jazz music is filling my ears as a wall of different smells clash against me. It takes me a moment to adjust my eyes to the bright light. But when they do, I can see my wife dancing through of kitchen in her silver morning gown. On the stove there are several pots and pans cooking, one oven is on and the kitchen island is covered in flour and ingredients.

My wife twirls around and faces me with the most heartwarming smile on her lips, "Hi!"

"What are you doing here?" I ask her confused.

"Cauliflower cheese pasta, chocolate caramel muffins and macadamia chocolate fudge squares."

"At half past two in the morning?"

She nods before walking over to the stove. She picks up the wooden spoon before testing the cauliflower that's cooking in there with broccoli and onions. "That's ready to be puréed." She turns off the stove before walking over to the silver Blendtec blender and pouring the content into the jar. "Can you give me some cheddar? It's in the left fridge."

It takes me a moment to react to her voice as I'm still wondering if this is really happening or I might be dreaming. But when I turn around, open the huge fridge and feel the coldness clashing against my face, I know this is happening. I can see the macadamia chocolate fudge squares in a glass container next to a bottle of milk. I get out the cheddar and walk over to my wife. She breaks up a large piece before throwing it into the jar and turning the blender on.

I wince at the loud sound. I'm definitely not dreaming this.

"Are you feeling better?" I ask her after the sauce is ready.

My wife nods, "Yes and hungry. I woke up with all these cravings, so I decided to get up and start cooking." She takes a look into the oven. "The chocolate slices are ready!" She picks up the oven gloves before getting the baking tray out of the oven.

"It smells heavenly!"

My wife shows me a proud smile, "And it tastes like this as well. The muffins have a salted caramel filling."

I pick up the jar from the blender and pour the sauce over the al dente cooked spaghetti. "Sit down and eat."

She gets out a plate and cutlery before I fill it with a large portion of spaghetti. "Do you want a portion as well?"

I shake my head, "No, I'm still half asleep."

She nods before taking the plate out of my hand and sitting down at one of the barstools at the large kitchen island. The stunning marble countertop is sparkling in the light of the stars and moon from the skylight. My wife spirals the spaghetti with her fork before taking a bite. She moans at the taste of her pasta sauce. It feels so good to see her eat something again. She hasn't eaten anything yesterday, or rather she has vomited everything she ate out again.

"It's good?" I ask her.

"It's bloody amazing! I'm writing the recipe into our cooking book. That's definitely a brilliant way to enjoy cauliflower. Maybe next time I'll add spinach or peas."

"I'm surprised you're not bathing the spaghetti in sriracha sauce." I say as I lean against the kitchen island and watch her eat. It calms me so much to see her eat something. She's lost some weight in the last week and I was seriously worried she might end up hospitalised.

"Not needed here. I should try to sneak more veggies in though. I'll perfect the recipe before adding it into our cookbook."

"How long have you been awake?"

"An hour." She answers with a full mouth.

"And you managed to cook all of this in so little time?"

Josephine grins after she's gulped down her food. "I'm multitalented."

Our children have no idea how lucky they are to have Josephine as their Mum. "You seem full of energy."

"I feel full of energy but that might change in the morning. That's why I need to make the most of it."

I hope this won't become a regular thing. I quite enjoy sharing a bed with my wife. "So, we're flying to St. Barth's the day after tomorrow then?"

"Nothing can keep me away from my sailing team. They need our support! Plus, I'm excited to introduce you to them."

"And you'll be fine for our triple date tomorrow night?"

She shrugs, "I have to."

"You know we can cancel any time. Especially if you're not feeling well." I remind her.

"No, I owe this to Char."

"You don't owe her anything."

My wife sighs before setting her fork aside, "You don't know how long she's been waiting for this triple date! She's been pressuring me since she met you! Two years - that's how long she has been waiting for this date."

I lick my lips, "But the situation is different now. If you're sick-"

"Trust me, I could by laying on my death bed and Char still insisted on going on a triple date with us."

I don't like thinking about death. Or even joking about it for that matter. The idea of anyone I love being dead makes my throat tight and my heart dark. I shake the thought away as best as I can. "Okay, then we're going on that date."

My wife takes another bite of her spaghetti. "She's going to make me sing again. It's going to be karaoke night which for Char means dancing and singing on stage all night."

"Well, I wouldn't mind hearing you sing more often. You have a wonderful voice that you should use more often."

"You sound like my Mum."

"She's right. I hope you're going to sing for our twins for bedtime."

She shows me a soft smile before placing her hands on the bump, "There's nothing in the world I wouldn't do for them."

---

Josephine

I put on my diamond stud earrings just as my husband walks into our non-royal walk-in wardrobe. He looks magnificent in that navy slacks, tight white crisp Oxford shirt of which he has rolled up the sleeves and black leather shoes. My heart skips a beat at his image. It's definitely an upgrade from the lumberjack shirt he used to wear when we first met.

But of course he was in a different financial situation back then.

"I'm almost ready!" I tell him before he can say a word. It's taken me forever to find something to wear. I wanted to wear something that feels comfortable, looks decent and camouflages our double luck. It felt like finding the bloody needle in the hay!

My husband leans against the white marbled island, "I like your outfit, Mrs. Bolton."

I blush at his words. After an hour of looking, I gave up and decided to go with an A-cut spaghetti strap dress by Dolce and Gabbana. It's white and has big red roses with green leaves on it. The pattern, the sweetheart neckline and the shape of the dress camouflage our double luck perfectly. "I like your outfit as well, Mr. Bolton."

He shows me a thousand watt smile, "That's just the style from those luxury designers you like so much."

I lick my lips at his words, "It's not the luxury I insist on, it's the investment I am making by buying these pieces. I have clothes in my wardrobe that are more than a decade old. I take care of my clothes - or have others taken care of them for me."

"I didn't mean to offend you. This luxury, this life we're living together... there are moments when I have to pinch myself to make sure I'm not dreaming."

I sigh before walking over to him. I take his hands and place them on the bump. On our 24 week old double luck. "It's very real, my love. Very, very real." I promise him and feel how the twins start kicking. It's still like lots of bubbles bursting but it's going to take them a few weeks until they're strong enough to kick against the womb and for their daddy to feel it.

I can't wait for that moment!

His soft lips kiss mine and I can feel how I get lost in this wonderful flux of feelings that he is making me feel. For minutes, we get lost in our feelings for each other until the heat becomes too much.

I let go of his lips and wipe off the red lipstick stain that I've left on them. "I'll just reply my lipstick and then we can go." I tell him before turning on my heel to walk back into the master bathroom where my vanity is.

Oliver grabs my left wrist and pulls me back. I've put on a wide diamond bracelet to hide Rothschild's fingerprints. It's now been over two weeks and the fingerprints are still not gone. The scars on his hearts will remain forever, I fear. Rothschild has done too much damage to us to ever forget him. "I love you."

Warmth spreads from my heart into my whole body. It's a feeling I've only ever felt with Oliver. "I love you too."

"Hurry, I think Nate and Char are going to be here any minute now."

I chuckle, "If Nate's here earlier than we're ready than we're really late. Will we use two cars?" I ask as we walk out of our walk-in wardrobe. We pass our stunningly framed wedding outfits as we circle the ottoman. I never wanted a traditional wedding and with Oliver I've had the wedding of my dreams. It was right in front of the turquoise sea, we were barefoot so we felt the sand between our toes and it was only with the ones we loved as witnesses. No third, fourth or sixth cousin in line. Just us and our families. It was perfect, absolutely perfect.

I dare to say that this might have been the best day of my life so far.

I rush back into the white marbled bathroom and open the drawer of my white vanity before getting out the bright red lipstick that I used to colour my lips. I reapply it before checking on my hair once more. I've swept my chestnut curls to my left side and secured it with pearl hair pins. I can't believe how much my hair has already grown! I've just cut it shoulder length in November, but it has already grown past my armpits length and it's only mid March. By late June my hair is going to be hip-length no doubt. The pregnancy, the vitamins I take, are making my hair grow at a very quick speed.

If only they would help me with this morning sickness as well. I never know when it's going to hit me. One moment I'm fine and the next I feel sick. But tonight's going to be a good night, I can feel it.

Or perhaps I'm just trying very hard so Char won't be disappointed. Either way, it's working. I've been alright the whole day.

I spot my husband staring at me in the mirror. I turn around with a smirk on my face, "Looks like someone's enjoying staring at me."

He's leaning against the open door with crossed arms, looking sexy as hell. "I just love watching you get ready."

"Because I look sexier with makeup and a short dress?" I ask him as I walk over to him.

My husband shakes his head, "No, because I find it fascinating how you transition from a Goddess to Boss Lady or Femme Fatale." He explains as I reach him. "You know I find you most sexy naked. No makeup. No clothes. No untruths. I don't need to see you in a short dress or lacy lingerie to get hard. I find you the hottest when you are the rawest."

I bite on my lower lip at his words. I didn't expect such an honest answer. It's only now that I realise I've never worn lingerie for Oliver. I've never dolled up to impress him. I've never put on a sexy dress - except for the time at the Ritz where I tried to pressure him into signing a contract with me. I've never felt the need to change or just alter my look in order for him to find me attractive. I found him attractive just the way he looked, in that green lumberjack shirt and ripped jeans, and he found me attractive just the way I looked. But when the clothes were off... that's when the fire between us erupted into an inferno. It's always been this way and I know it won't change.

No matter how many children we might end up having.

"Everything okay?" His question rips me out of my thoughts.

I nod and adjust the collar of his shirt, "Yes. It's just too bad we have a triple date otherwise I'd drag you into our green room of pleasure." We still haven't christened that room and it's starting to annoy me. But I wasn't feeling very well either, so I can't just blame him.

He smirks at my words, "It'll happen soon enough."

As always he has read between my lines. We have always spoken the same language.

Suddenly the ringtone of God Save The King fills our ears. Nate or Char have rung the bell downstairs. "Are you excited for tonight?" I ask my husband as we walk out of the master wing. I love Marco's idea of having this whole floor to ourselves.

"I've never been on a triple date. Not even on a double date. What's Annabel's like?" He asks me as we walk down the wooden staircase with glass railings.

"It's not what it used to be. Sadly, the former exclusive club isn't so exclusive anymore. If it weren't for Char's passion for karaoke, we would have quit our memberships a very long time ago." I explain as we walk through the left breezeway. "Think of it as Alice in Wonderland."

"You don't like it?"

I shake my head, "It's full of members that like to gossip and post photos of the club. It's just a thousand pounds of a member fee per month. Lots of London's social circles can afford that. The place is pretty packed most of the time. I like Hurlingham Club more. It has several tennis courts and swimming pools. It's rather private as it's membership fee is higher and you need at least ten recommendations of other members that aren't related in order to join."

"Or join by marriage."

"Or join by marriage." I agree with him as we reach our foyer. Oliver has joined all private clubs that I am in by marriage - and then there are the exclusive royal clubs that we're now part of because of our titles as well. I've never been to one of those despite my connections to all royal families in the world. Not even being friends with the next Kings and Queens of the world gets me into these clubs. But a HRH prefix does. I open the wardrobe that's built into the wooden staircase which leads to the guest bedrooms and get out my stilettos. It's probably one of the rare times I can still wear them without losing my balance.

"Ready?" He asks me as his sea foam coloured eyes eyeball me.

I nod, "You?"

"As ready as ever." Oliver puts his hand on the doorknob.

I place my hand on his and stop him from opening the door, "I've never been on a triple date either." I don't know why I feel the need to tell him that, but I do.

"Never?"

"No. I haven't even been on a date before I met you." I admit.

"Those meetings at the Ritz-"

"Don't count. There was never food involved, just one Martini."

"And the psychopath?"

We've gone from first name to last name to psychopath. "That was after you. Or rather during." I lick my lips, "I'd say he doesn't really count either, okay?" I suggest and let go of his hand.

My husband nods. "Guess this is our first time together then." With that he opens the door.

"Ready to party?" Char asks us with a bright grin on her lips. She looks incredible in her silver dress and stilettos heels. Her makeup is rather heavy compared to mine. Char has waited long enough for this date tonight, so I'm sure she's going to go all out. "Don't worry, I'm drinking for you."

I smile at her, "Good. Speaking of partying, I really don't think we should do the karaoke-"

"Oh yes, you will!" Oliver interrupts me. "I've only heard you sing on stage once and that was His Majesty's birthday party!"

"Let's go. We're meeting Rory and George there." Nate urges us.

"Are they in a meeting?" Oliver asks.

"Royal stuff. Future King and Queen stuff, actually. But they promised to come."

"Good, we need them for our triple." Char insists with a nod. "The Royal voices are united!"

I roll my eyes at her words, "Char, I really don't feel comfortable singing in a full club-"

"You will sing!" My best friend hisses at me as we walk over to the black Range Rover. "Just like we used to. We're the terrific three, remember?"

This is not a battle that I'm going to win. I sigh, "Fine."

Oliver

The eccentric English "Alice in Wonderland" style decor alone makes it worth a visit to its restaurant, bars, garden terrace, private dining rooms, spa, and cigar room — think bespoke chandeliers, pink ceilings, and a seriously Instagram-worthy bathroom. The rooms have names like The Rose Room, The Garden, The Elephant Room, The Jungle Bar, The Mexican and The Silver and Flower Room.

The club's 26,000 square feet are open all day and night - and I guarantee you it's just as jam-packed as you think.

I don't know what I had expected of Annabel's, but I certainly didn't expect this although my wife had warned me. Annabel's is a rather stuffed townhouse in Mayfair, one of the more expensive neighbourhoods of London. It might be a members only kind of club, but my wife was right - it is jam packed with socialites, influencers and attention seekers. I can see right away why my wife doesn't like the club: it embodies everything she's not.

But this night is for Char and not for us. Perhaps this night is Josephine's way of thanking her sister-in-law for everything she has done for the both of us.

In the decadently decorated foyer hangs a unicorn, around which a white marbled staircase with a frog green carpet leads to the other floors. Huge hydrangeas are on display in the foyer as well. The hanging art on the white walls is a cross between Andy Warhol and Picaso, a mixture so unique I guess it can only be found here. The male staff here wear pink suits or at least pink jackets with pink bows. It's an explosion of pink, really. On the first floor there's a bar that's somewhat tastefully decorated. Held in classic dark tones, the panelled walls match the oakwood flooring. The small round tables have emerald green velvet chairs and the bar at the end of the room is lit underneath the barstools and behind the selection of liquors. To my surprise the bartender didn't go with a pink vest, no his vest is full of golden embroidery and sequins.

Another bar is designed like a jungle, with palm leaves wallpapers and all sorts of animals it did remind me of Josephine's artwork in the kindergarten we once built in Greenwich. The biggest bar is on the second floor. The breathtaking pink onyx, back-lit bar is at least ten meters long. It is lit very nicely and the built in shelves behind the bar were golden. Over all, Annabel's has more than five bars, all set in a different theme.

But we didn't stay at any of these bars, we decided to have our dinner at one of the private rooms at Annabel's. Char - or Lotte how Nate calls his wife after the fifth bourbon - made the reservation and I quickly found out why. She chose a room that's bursting with flowers: from the wallpaper to the hanging wall art that consists of artificial lit up flowers, to the floral curtains, nothing - except for the pink table cloth - I've ever seen could have prepared me for this. Filled with natural light which streams through elegant double-height windows that offer spectacular views over Berkeley Square, this beautiful botanical inspired room is adorned with pink Pierre Frey wall silk,

stitched with a blooming cherry blossom pattern. A contrasting green hue frames the doors and windows, whilst a series of wall panels are embellished with thousands of hand-made ceramic owers with vibrant jewel appliques. A statement chandelier hangs overhead, lighting the room with an enchanting glow.

The food we had - on golden plates and with golden cutlery - was fine, but I've also eaten better since I met Josephine. The steak was a little too dry and the lobster that my wife shared with her twin sister wasn't as good as it could have been either according to their faces. But Lotte enjoyed the evening so far, drinking more champagne than the rest of us.

It's only my wife that stays sober tonight and I feel sorry for her. I wanted to join her in solidarity, but she insists of me not missing out on the fun. So, I stuck to a mixture of champagne and bourbon that George and Nate drank. I know my wife is a fan of bourbon and the look on her face when I got served mine told me she's really struggling.

"And now on to the rooftop to get in those karaoke songs!" Lotte grins and after two bottles of champagne, I can understand why.

Over all, this club is a little too extra for me - and definitely for my wife as well. But as I've said, we're doing this for Lotte and she's really enjoying herself.

My wife finishes my portion of the Tonka Bean "Flan" dessert that I chose with Dulce de Leche. I couldn't finish it because the dessert wasn't anything like the one I had when I was little, still living in Rio. This is a very different Dulce de Leche and although they claimed it's from South America, I can guarantee it is not. The Dulce de Leche in South America tastes differently, this is some ripoff.

Nevertheless, my wife could eat it without throwing up so maybe Dolce de Leche is one of the key foods she can eat. "I need to use the bathroom before we go upstairs. My bladder is killing me."

"I'll come with you." Rory chimes in. I have a feeling she's not happy with the choice of location for this night as well. Or perhaps she's just exhausted from her and George's meeting with The King and George's parents. From the sound of it, it looks like an abdication is not too far away. In less than five years, George and Rory will take the titles of Prince and Princess of Wales. But I have a feeling it's going to be sooner than five years. Much sooner. "We'll meet you upstairs."

"Okay good! I'll reserve us the mics!" Lotte shows us another grin as my wife and her twin-sister leave the pink dining room.

I look after them until the door shuts and catch George's gaze as he's done the same. With a smile on our lips, we get up from the lush pink chairs and follow Lotte and Nate out of the private dining room.

"Don't worry, Char will be happy after one song and a few snacks - and that's when we can call it a night." George whispers to me as we walk up the marbled staircase.

"Is it so obvious that Josephine and I aren't impressed?"

"Rory doesn't like the nightclub as well. It's not my scene either. This is more Char and Nate's world. They used to party the night away when we were teenagers, drinking all the champagne and tequila. In the room with the white quartz bar, that's where Char really let loose once. She laid on the bar and allowed strangers to drink tequila out of her navel. Trust me, my father nearly had a heart attack when he found that out."

"I don't remember reading anything about it."

"The King made sure it stayed out of the press. But it would have been a scandal as bad as uncle Harry wearing a Nazi costume to Halloween once."

"Which club house would you have chosen for our triple date?" I ask George.

He thinks for a moment, "Probably the Mark's Club in Mayfair if we had to stay in central London. The ladies are dressed far more elegantly and the men don't have to wear jackets after six. The club was opened as an alternative to the St. James's gentlemen's club, but it allows female members as well."

"Maybe next time we go there."

"I prefer Hurlingham Club in Fulham over this anytime."

"That's getting renovated?"

My brother-in-law nods, "Yes, otherwise Jo would have insisted on going there and we all would have supported her. Well, minus Char and Nate of course, but they can enjoy themselves wherever."

"Josephine also mentioned a club called 5 Hertford Street?" I ask him. According to my wife every club is better than Annabel's.

George nods, "That's in Mayfair as well. It has a fabulous nightclub called Loulou's. It's more my scene and rather similar to the Mark's Club. I'm just not a fan of all this pink... Alice in Wonderland sort of scene."

I chuckle, "Josephine said the same thing."

"That's where she and my wife differentiate from their brother. He can enjoy himself wherever as long as he's got bourbon and a good steak. This man is happy with very little."

"Do you think their girls will be just as rebellious?"

"With those genes? For sure!"

I chuckle as we reach the rooftop. The rooftop is a whole different vibe all together. There are lots of orange and fig trees and an open dance floor. Around the dance floor are lots of tables with members sitting at them, sipping on their expensive cocktails. The decor is mix and matched, continuing this Alice in Wonderland theme. To my surprise all members are dressed rather elegantly but also very extravagantly. On a wooden platform there's a big band playing. This is not how I imagined karaoke night to be like.

"They want to perform on this stage?" I ask George with wide eyes. The audience is rather big, but nothing compared to the times when they perform on the stage of the Royal Albert Hall for His Majesty.

"I know, it's fabulous, isn't it?!" Char grins at me before dragging us to a reserved table near the big band. I can see how the guests notice us, counting together one and one rather quickly. The women might not be wearing tiaras and we might not be in expensive tuxedoes with sachets and orders, but the atmosphere around us still screams royalty. There might be a no-mobile rule but the mobiles still shoot up like mushrooms after a long season of rain. People start taking pictures of us immediately until the staff approaches them and kindly asks them to stop taking any photos. It's the new normality. I am no longer a nobody.

I'm His Royal Highness The Duke of Clarence.

We sit down at a round wooden table and get served champagne, bourbon and water immediately. I know Josephine doesn't like to be in the spotlight, so I have no idea how she's going to manage singing on the stage while being stone sober.

I take a sip of my water as I've had enough bourbon for the night. I'm afraid someone is going to film my wife, her sister and sister-in-law singing on stage and leak it online. In just a few seconds the video will go viral and the press will be full of it for the foreseeable future.

The things you do for family...

Charlotte takes another sip of her champagne flute before walking over to the band. I've never seen her so relaxed... and tipsy. It's a miracle she can still walk in her stilettos.

"Oli and I decided to go to 5 Hertford Street the next time we do a triple date." George informs Nate about our decision.

Nate just nods, "Whatever you want. Lotte's been going on my nerves about this triple date for ages now, so I'm fine with whatever location you choose."

George looks at me and raises one of his eyebrow as if to tell me that he told me so.

I smirk, "Good, then it's set. Whenever our schedules allow it."

"Let's drink to that!" Nate lifts his glass just as my wife and her sister come back to us.

Josephine sits down next to me and I can see that something bothers her. I can read it in her sky blue eyes and it has nothing to do with the upcoming performance on stage.

"What's wrong?"

"I think a few influencers snapped us in the ladies room. I want to tell them to fuck off, but Rory reminded me that's not exactly the royal style of handling things..."

I look at Rory, "Is that true?"

My wife's younger sister waves with her hand, the seven padparadscha sapphires of her engagement ring sparkling as much as Annabel's itself. "Don't worry, I asked James to handle this."

"You asked your security man to handle them?" I ask her with a raised eyebrow. I would have smacked them so hard that they's be seeing stars!

"They know how to handle influencers and wannabes. Trust me, the photos got deleted." Rory ensures me with a nod.

"Okay, we're next!" Char exclaims as she comes back.

"No offence, but I don't feel so good, Char."

"Don't you dare pull the pregnancy card now!" Char hisses at my wife while pointing her finger at her.

"Charlotte!" George hisses at her in a tone that allows no argument.

His sister pulls his finger down before taking a seat across my wife. "I wanted a night to remember."

Rory giggles, "You won't remember anything by the next morning."

"I wanted to have fun like good old times."

"The good old times are exactly that. I'm no longer in the mood to go from nightclub to nightclub-"

"I know, that's why I selected Annabel's. It's everything in once." Charlotte interrupts my wife.

Everything and more, I add in silence.

"Can we call it a night? Let's enjoy our finale drinks, dance on the dance floor and call it a night. Oliver and I have a flight to catch-"

"If you didn't want to come than why did you agree to this in the first place?!" Char hisses at her.

I glance over at George and Rory, they're as silent as mice.

My wife shrugs, "Because I wanted you to have fun."

"Well, I was until now!"

"Lotte, maybe Jo's right." Nate chimes in. "It's already past midnight and I don't know about you but we're slowly getting ready to call it a night."

"But we used to be here until three!"

George fakes laughter, "I'm definitely not staying until three. I have a conference with Singapore at six thirty tomorrow morning!"

"Fine, but can we at least have one last performance on that stage?" Charlotte puts on her best puppy eyes and I must admit even I am unable to resist her at this stage.

Rory looks at her sister and shrugs, "I can do one last performance. What about you?"

My wife bites on her lower lip, before sighing. "Fine. One song."

"Yes! Okay, so I thought a Céline Dion song would be the perfect start!" Char grins at us.

"One song and we're out of here." Josephine warns her. "Just one."

Charlotte nods, "Just one."

I have a feeling she won't leave it at just one song...

Josephine

"We're never going to Annabel's again. I'm cancelling my membership and therefore yours." I announce as soon as we're back in the safe walls of our home. "I don't know how I used to party all night and sit in lectures the next morning." I slip off my stilettos and pick them up by the heels. My feet are killing me! "I'd rather play tennis on the court against Rory than going one more time to Annabel's."

"I'm not keen on making this experience again. I did enjoy seeing you on stage, though."

"I'm going straight to bed after brushing my teeth." I might even fall asleep while brushing them. I look at my husband, "And you need a shower. You stink of the bourbon you drank tonight."

My husband chuckles, "That bad?"

I nod, "I felt nauseous the whole evening. But I kept eating because that distracted my tastebuds with the smell of the food rather than your bourbon breath."

His emerald green eyes have this glossiness of alcohol in them. Maybe they always looked like that when he drank alcohol and I never noticed it because I was drinking as well, but now that I've been sober for 24 weeks I'm starting to notice the finer things in life. Like glossy drunken emerald green eyes. "Well, then I'm going to take a long shower and brush my teeth twice."

"Thank you."

"But you're good now?" Oliver asks me as we walk through the breezeway. I can see the twinkling stars and moon in the sky. Creating these open breezeways was the best decision ever!

"I'll feel better when you smell better."

"Well, if it helps you were sensational tonight." My husband compliments me.

Char convinced Rory and me to turn her 'just one song' into 'just one song five times'. And to my shame I really enjoyed the last three songs. "I sound better when I've drunk something."

"No, you sound just the same."

"No, I don't!" I disagree with him as we slowly walk up the wooden steps of our flowing staircase that leads to the master wing.

"Well, you certainly looked like you were having fun on stage."

"I was." I admit. "More than I expected to."

"Can you get me a change of clothes so I can jump into the shower and not bother you with my awful smell?" My husband smirks at his own words.

"Yes, but only if you double brush your teeth otherwise I don't see any kissing or cuddling happening tonight." We part our ways in the master bedroom, him walking into the en-suite bathroom and me into the hallway that leads to our walk-in wardrobes. I head into the non-royal wardrobe. The light sensors switch on the chandelier, I place the stilettos in their spot and slip out of my floral dress. I open the drawers that hold my pyjamas and get a pair of sky blue silk ones out before getting out some fresh underwear. I decide to take a shower as well as I notice how awful my hair smells. I get some fresh underwear for my husband out of a drawer on his side of the wardrobe before leaving the room. The light sensor switch the light off in that part of our master wing as I head into the master bedroom. Entering the ensuite bathroom, I throw our fresh underwear and pyjamas on the round ottoman in the middle of the room before stripping out of my underwear. I throw it in the laundry basket before I head to the running shower in which my husband is standing in. I open the glass door and join him in the double shower that has enough space for five people.

Oliver rinses the shampoo out of his beach blonde hair, before noticing me. "You just can't resist me, can you?" He asks me with a smirk on his lips.

"The smell of Annabel's lingers in my hair." I explain before stepping underneath the second rain shower head.

My husband chuckles, "You really don't like that club, do you?"

I shrug, "It's just not my scene anymore. I used to like it, a lot actually. Char and me used to spend night and day there but I've changed... clearly, as my body is the biggest indicator right now." I place my hands on my little bump. It has grown so much over the last week. There are now two grapefruits inside my womb. They were moving the whole night but I think it was out of protest. The only time they were quite was when I was on stage with Rory and Char.

"Do you feel better now?" His emerald green eyes shine through the fog like a lighthouse in the dark.

I nod as I feel the water running down my body, "Much better."

"Good enough to have me close to you again?"

I smirk, "Have you brushed your teeth?"

"It's the first thing I've done." He vows. "Twice, plus an extra rinse with mouth wash."

I nod, "I think it's safe for you to come here."

He walks over to me and I expect him to kiss me passionately, but instead he just embraces me tightly. I close my eyes and cherish the feeling. I've never felt more safe and sound than in his arms. "I don't like being away from you." He mumbles as he rests his chin on top of my head.

I listen to his heartbeat and ignore our bodies' craving for intimacy. I need this kind of intimacy just as much. It's an intimacy that Oliver has taught me. It's a relationship I'll only ever have with him. "I don't like being away from you either." I whisper and feel his hard and warm dick twitch in response. "But no sex tonight, I'm too tired." I lean back in his arms and stare into his sea foam coloured eyes. As always they make my heart skip a beat.

He runs his thumb along my jawline and over my lips as his stunning eyes memorise my features. He places his large hands on the bump. His fingertips are still touching but soon they won't be as the bump has been growing at rapid speed. "Northern Lights."

My heart explodes with love at his words. I place my hands on his and feel my whole body tingling with an exhilarating sensation. No one but the father of my children has ever made me feel that way. It's a feeling that's absolutely addictive... "Northern Lights."

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Royal tongues of angels!

The Oxfords, Windsors and Clarences have been spotted in Annabel's last night! As we can exclusively reveal, the most famous senior working members of the royal family have been out on a triple date! Towards the end of the evening, the Duchesses even stood on stage together, singing Celine Dion's How did you get here on the rooftop garden of London's exclusive club. The couples have spent most of their evening in one of the many private room, allegedly the silver room, before ending their night on the stage of the rooftop garden - much to the delight of the other guests. As it was karaoke night, Duchess Charlotte didn't hesitate to grab the mics and drag her sister-in-laws with her on stage. All in all, the triple performed six songs together before calling it a night at around two in the morning. Paparazzi caught the royal couples in front of the nightclub as they got into their cars. All three couples seemed happy. The beautiful outfits of each Duchess was sold out within hours, despite the price tag of almost 20,000 for Duchess Josephine's DG dress.

The outfit fuelled rumours again of how wealthy the Clarences really are or how much is being paid by the tax payer behind the scenes.

Josie's twenty grand night!

A video, filmed last night at Annabel's in London, is going viral on social media right now. The content? No other but the three Duchesses themselves are standing on stage, singing karaoke. While the other guests' ears enjoyed the royal treatment, everyone stared at Duchess Josie's outfit. While the future Queen of England and Josie's sister Lorelai kept it relatively safe by recycling a baby blue Givenchy dress, Duchess Charlotte opted for a rather sexy silver dress by McQueen, but the true star was Royal narcissist Josie in her Dolce and Gabbana dress, which had pink roses and green leaves. The total cost of the dress comes with a shocking twenty thousand pound price tag! It is believed that the night was on the newly Duke and Duchess of Clarence, who celebrated their successful Africa trip. Annabel's owners declined to comment but did say that they dined in one of their private rooms before heading to the rooftop and entertaining the guests until two in the morning.

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I finish my portion of Dulce de Leche as my husbands green eyes read the newest email that's been sent to us from our team. Someone allegedly filmed our triple date in secret. The video of Char, Rory and me on stage performing Celine Dion's How did you get here is going viral. I knew this was going to happen. It's why I didn't want to go to Annabel's but maybe Char thinks it's good publicity.

Except there are always two sides of the story and I know the media was going to spin it badly just like they did in the end.

The sound of the jet is gently humming in the background as I set the spoon aside. We've been up in the air for the last five hours and I've already eaten non-stop. I've had a salad as a starter, mac and cheese as my main and the Dulce de Leche as dessert. I'm still craving salt and vinegar crisps but I also want a hot chocolate. Maybe I'll dip the crisps into the hot chocolate. Today's been a good day so far. I haven't suffered from any morning sickness, instead I want to eat everything that's eatable in our jet.

I think it's safe to say this is our twins' way of apologising to me for the harsh nausea in the last days. I've decided to take it day by day, who knows maybe tomorrow I'm going to be knocked out by nausea and fatigue again.

There's no certainty when you're sharing your body with two other humans.

And I have a feeling this is just the first lessons of many when it comes to raising children.

I run my fingers fingers through my hair as I stare at Oliver across me. My man looks incredibly hot when he is so concentrated on something. The way his emerald green eyes move from left to right as he reads the words on the display of the iPad is so mesmerising. And his beach blonde hair looks stunning when it's so messy. The black cashmere joggers and this grey shirt look good on him as well.

I'm wearing the same joggers but in a beige colour with the matching jumper and socks. Additionally, I am wrapped into a grey cashmere blanket, but Oliver doesn't seem to mind the coldness at all.

The stewardess taking away the plate in front of me rips me out of my thoughts. "I hope you enjoyed it, Your Royal Highness."

I smile at the blonde woman with brown eyes. "I did, thank you very much."

"Let me know if you need anything." She shows me a small smile before turning on her heel and disappearing in the crew section of the jet. Ralph and his six headed security team are snoozing in the private cabins. We took my family's Boeing for the trip because we brought some gifts for kids and school supplies for people in need. We plan to visit a few charities behind the scenes. It's been planned with our team but we don't want to bring any photographers along. If the charities we visit want to take a photo than that's okay but we won't post anything on our instagram page.

Some things are better left in the dark.

"Do you want to read the statement that Hilary wrote?" Oliver asks me.

I nod and he hands me the iPad. The statement concerning our double luck will be released in a day as we want it to be published with some recent photos.

THE DUKE AND DUCHESS OF CLARENCE ARE EXPECTING TWINS

Their Royal Highnesses The Duke and Duchess of Clarence are very pleased to announce that The Duchess is expecting their first and second child.

The King, The Queen, The Prince and Princess of Wales, The Duke and Duchess of Oxford, The Duke and Duchess of Windsor, Prince Louis of Wales, the Bolton Family and the Rodriguez Family are delighted with the news.

"Sounds good to me." I say with a nod. It's very formal. Very royal. That's how it should be. The statement has His Majesty's red crest, which is his letterhead. We plan to be publishing the official announcement in that way. All other royal social media account will publish the same version but in navy words, with a navy letterhead on a light grey background.

Everything will be published at the same time to show the excitement and support of the family.

"I want to change it a bit." Oliver says to me.

I look up from the iPad, "Okay. Which part?"

"I don't want my family name mentioned. I'd like them to stay anonymous."

In other words he wants to protect them as much as possible. I nod, "Good. We'll change it to the Bolton Family and other members of both families are delighted with the news. Sounds good?"

My husband nods, "Perfect."

I grab his hand and squeeze it softly, "I want to take some photos on the beach of St. Barth's. At sunset would be good."

He nods, "We'll be landing an hour and a half before sunset. Hair and makeup can be done here."

"I'm rather excited about it."

The smile on my husband's face gives me the greatest joy. "Me, too."

I place my hands on the 25 week old bump as the two cauliflowers inside of me go crazy. I have a feeling these two are rather excited about it as well.

The time of playing hide and seek is definitely over. Now, it's time to shine.

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Thank you for taking the time to read this chapter. I hope you enjoyed it!

What do you think of Ana's visions? What do you think of their triple date? Is Oliver right to leave the Rodriguez family name out in the statement?

I have chosen to not include the regatta in this chapter as it would have become too long otherwise. Get ready for some Caribbean flair in the next chapter. ;)

I apologise for the long delay in regards of an update. I'm quite stressed right now as a lot in my life is currently changing, which requires periods of adjustments. Please forgive me for that and leave a review.

Stay healthy.

In gratitude,

Nicole