Kelly’s PoV
I waited patiently for Andrew to return to our room at first, but the more time that passed, the more impatient I grew.
I had even gone so far as to set out a table with snacks, two glasses, and the bottle as a centerpiece. I was sure I could coax him into sharing a drink with me under the pretense of celebrating the union privately and with a shared hope for my own son Peter and Viola.
I pushed the bottle of wine around the table moodily as I waited and finally, my patience paid off.
Andrew breezed into the room looking tired and I smiled warmly up at him.
“My love,” I greeted him with a soft kiss and he smiled down at me indulgently, his eyes drifting across to the table I had prepared and chuckling softly.
“What’s all this?” He asked as his eyes lit up.
I didn’t often
