Page 54 of A Royal Christmas
“Yes. It will begin around nine. Just an intimate gathering. Good food and drink, singing and merrymaking.”
“Interesting. Who will be there?”
“Elsa, her husband, my parents, a few others. My family always celebrates Christmas Eve together. Usually at our parents’ home, but since Uncle Albert and a few others had to be at the palace, well, Elsa offered her restaurant forafterthe party. It’ll be a family thing.”
“A family thing?” She paused in front of the nativity she’d set up a few weeks ago. She leaned over and straightened some of the straw in the manger, making baby Jesus more comfortable.
“Yes. Aunts, uncles, cousins ...just a small, happy crowd. And you must bring your American friend. And anyone else for that matter.”
“What about my uncle?” she asked with uncertainty.
He laughed. “The king is most welcome. After all, he isyourfamily. Invite Lina too, if you like. We will be one big happy family.” His dark eyes twinkled as he looked down at her.
“Family,” she repeated quietly. “You know, I’ve never had much of that before.”
“You have it now.” He took her hand in his. “That is, if youwantit. If you’re ready to make Montovia your home.”
“It is my home,” she admitted. “I think I’ve known that for a while.”
He beamed at her. “Can we seal that with a kiss?”
She nodded eagerly. It was a done deal.
