Freed: Fifty Shades Freed as told by Christian

Chapter 19

“Thank you, Alondra,” Grace coos. “I love your ideas.” My mother claps her hands in uncharacteristic enthusiasm while I make a supreme effort to keep my smile fixed and not roll my eyes. I am on my best behavior. Ms. Gutierrez’s ideas are great. I just want them done, and quickly, so we can get married.

“I’ll see you out,” Ana says, and leads her to the foyer.

“What do you think?” Grace asks.

“She’s fine.”

“Oh, Christian.” Mom sounds irritated. “She’s much more than fine.”

“Okay. She’s God’s gift to wedding planning.” My sarcasm bleeds into my words. Grace’s lips thin and I think she’s about to scold me, but Ana reenters the room.

“What did you think?” Ana asks, her gaze searching my face for answers.

“I thought she was fine. Did you like her?” That’s the important question.

“Of course. I thought she was full of imaginative ideas. Dr. Gre—”

“Ana, please. Call me Grace.”

“Grace,” Ana says with an embarrassed smile. “So, we need to do a save-the-date note to all our guests?” Ana blinks rapidly, suddenly looking shell-shocked. “We don’t even have a guest list,” she whispers.

“That’s easily done,” I reassure her. Apart from the family, I think I have two guests: Ros and Dr. Flynn and their respective partners. Maybe Bastille…and Mac.

“There is one more thing,” Grace says.

“What?”

“I know you don’t want a Catholic ceremony, but would you consider asking Reverend Michael Walsh to officiate?”

Reverend Walsh. The name

“He’s the chaplain at my hospital. He’s such a dear friend, and I know you never saw eye to eye with any of

“Oh, yes. I remember him. He was always kind to me. I don’t

Ana nods,

“That’s great. I’ll talk to him tomorrow. In the meantime, I’ll leave you two to get on with a list.” Grace raises her cheek to me and I give her a quick peck. “Good-bye, darling,” she says. “Ana, good-bye. I’ll call.”

“Great,” Ana replies, though I think she lacks conviction. Is she not happy with the wedding planner? Is she as bewildered as I feel? I give her hand a reassuring squeeze, and together we walk my mother out to the foyer. Grace turns to me as we wait for the elevator.

“Please call your father, Christian.”

I sigh. “I’ll think about it.”

“Stop sulking,” she warns, quietly.

“Grace!” Back off.

Ana glances at the two of us, but wisely holds her tongue and says nothing. I’m saved by the ping of

“You’re not talking to your father?” Ana asks.

I shrug. “I wouldn’t go as far as to say that.”

“Is this from last weekend? Your fight with him?”

I return her curious gaze,

“Christian, he’s your dad. He’s only looking out for you.”

hand in the hope that she’ll stop. “I don’t want to discuss this.” She folds her arms and raises that stubborn Steele chin. “Anastasia. Drop it.”

Her eyes flash cobalt blue, but she sighs and lowers her arms, regarding me

Fifty Shades, baby.

have another issue,” she says. “My dad wants to pay for the wedding.”

“Does he, now?”

he doesn’t have.

“What?

why.” I don’t want to debate this. “The answer’s no.”

“But—”

“No.”

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