Afterward the wedding ceremony, we had a huge reception at the San Antonio Nilsson hotel where Winnie and I first met. And yes, we served barbecue. Martin Abbot, my new father-in-law thought the sauce was a little sweet, but overall, he gave the menu his approved.
After the dinner meal, the small orchestra played a song which signalled our first dance together.
The first of many, I hoped.
I held my arms wide and Winnie walked into my embrace. She looked up at me with a smile, and I knew I was the luckiest man in the world. “Hello, Mr. Nilsson,” she said softly
“Hello, Mrs. Nilsson.”
The music played, and we turned and circled the room. It was one of those moments to remember the rest of my life. I saw my father in the crowd and thought of his sending me to San Antonio. I saw Bernice and thought of her asking Winnie to take her place at the mixer. Two seemingly random events. Then what were the odds of our names being matched together for that contest?
I didn’t know if it was fate or Divine Intervention, but I would be eternally grateful that we had been brought together. I held Winnie close and breathed in her sweet scent. I whispered, “Have I told you lately that I love you?”
Her eyes sparkled. “You can tell me again.”
AUTHOR’S NOTE
When I’m writing a story, it’s important to get the names right. I’ve already figured out the names for Philip’s family – all those billionaire cousins who will get their own romance one of these days – but Winnie and her people took some thinking, and some of the names changed midway through the creation process (For example, I try to not have character names in a story begin with the same letter – it’s too confusing for me when I read a story quickly). Not Winnie, though. I liked her name right away.
Like Winnie, I endured some teasing over my name. I was called Beverly Hillbillies or Beverly Hills in grade school.
And like Winnie, my first job (other than babysitting) was working as a secretary for the Banquet Coordinator at a Hilton Hotel in Atlanta, Georgia. Writing about Winnie’s job brought back happy memories.
However, my best job ever is writing romance novels.
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Beverly
P.S. I also write clean historical romances under the pen name of Jane Grix.
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OTHER BOOKS BY BEVERLY FARR
Lone Star Billionaires (Clean Billionaire Romances
Love Letters from a Billionaire
Roses from a Billionaire
(and more to follow!)
Love and Chocolate Series (Clean Billionaire Romances)
Corporate Husband
Marry the Doctor
Something Sweet
Wake-up Call (coming soon)
Summer Wedding Series
Forgotten Honeymoon
The M-word
Highland Park Series
Baby Comes First
Her Ex Next Door (he’s a Billionaire, too)
Rings and Things
Standalones
The Baby Tree
Dressed by Darcy: A Modern Mr. Darcy Romance
And much more to come!
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