Bound

Chapter Twenty

Chapter Twenty

 

Eleanor's POV

The next day was Ellie's big winter fashion show. The minute we woke up, she was already gone informing us in a note that she was tying up loose ends and last minute arrangements. Her lovely housekeeper greeted us a good morning and prepared a vast breakfast. Lottie, the housekeeper, seemed to be in her late fifties who acted like a mother to Parker's sister.

The show was held early in the evening so for the first part of the day, we went out and took our roles as tourists in the beautiful city of Milan. Parker took us to various places. It was evident that he had been to this city enough to know the nooks and crannies of the place. 

By the time we got back to Ellie's place, Luke and Peyton were fast asleep clearly exhausted from the entire trip. Thankfully, Lottie offered to look after them so Parker and I could go to the show without children to look out for. I was certain my boys wouldn't enjoy it as well. After dressing into some appropriate clothes for the occasion, I checked on the sleeping ones. They were laying right beside each other, so closely on the bed. I smiled at the sight. As a mother I was very delighted to see that my two sons got along well. Sure they had their fights once in a while, but Luke really took care of his little brother.

"Ready, ma cheríe?" Parker asked from the doorway in his stunning suit. He rejected the tie, and instead left the top three buttons of his white button down shirt open under the suit jacket. He looked mighty sexy, I should say. "Mighty sexy, hmm?"

A blush made its way up to my already heated cheeks as I looked at him. "I guess there's no denying it, but come on. Let's go. Your sister would never forgive us if we turn up late." I walked past him and down the stairs hearing the sounds of his footsteps behind me. 

We slipped into the limo, and the driver sped off as soon as the door closed. The entire ride was silent except for a few kinky remarks from this husband of mine. I laughed it off each time, trying to hide the unwanted red splotch on my face. I could not believe he still had the power to make me blush like I was a teenage girl all over again. I was already a mother for goodness sakes! 

Thankfully we reached the place, and it was swarming with the press. As we stepped out of the limo, there were only a few shots taken at us which I was glad for. The venue was taken place in a gorgeous building dedicated to fashion runways. Parker held my hand and maneuvered us to our seats which was located front row, next to the master behind the runway as well. Ellie was dressed stunningly in her short but conservative, black dress with matching heels. Her hair was curled up and done professionally, and I took a hand and touched my own plain hair embarrassed all of a sudden. I didn't do much with it, but let it fall into its natural state.

Her beau, Jack, was standing right beside her, a hand placed on the small of her back. I watched as she naturally leaned in closer to his touch. It was a sweet gesture. I wondered if Parker and I were the same.

As soon as she stopped talking to interviewers, Ellie headed our way with a huge smile on her face. "Parker! Elle!" She greeted us with huge hugs. 

"Congratulations," I told her hugging her back just as hard. "I'm sure the clothes look fabulous."

"They are. It's me who designed them after all," she winked playfully. Well, I could see Parker's egotistical traits passed down to her sister as well. "I'm so nervous. These models better not trip."

"Are they the same one from your previous fashion shows?" Parker asked sitting down, pulling me right beside him. "Is Mauve still modeling for you?"