#Chapter 96: The Alpha Heir Ceremony

A few weeks later, I'm at the villa, poring over paint samples. Jeanette has been very generous in helping me with ideas for a massive makeover for the villa, and I'm excited to make the place really my own. Well, mine and Marcus's, of course. He comes home in the evenings from his business duties at the hotel to have a glass of wine with me and talk over options. We've discussed decorators, but for now, I think I'd like to handle most of the decisions myself. "You surely don't expect to paint the place yourself," Jeanette had said in horror when I told her this, as if I'd suggested I was going to take up skydiving without a parachute in my spare time. I'd laughed and promised her that I'd call her "very respected and trusted" decorator as soon as I knew what direction I wanted to go with the place, but that I was having fun just playing around and planning with Marcus for the moment. That had mollified her somewhat, and she'd only insisted that I take the family chauffeur