“It’s huge and very impressive, and Gods, I live here now!” Celine puts a hand to her locket, clutching it tightly. George comes and stands by her; the others have all grabbed a handful of bags each and are walking into the palace. George puts a hand round her waist and turns her to face the front door.
“Yes, you live here now with me, and I’m very happy that you are. I sometimes forget how impressive my home is; I’ve gotten used to it over the years.” He smiles and leads her towards the door where a woman is standing to one side, letting the others pass by as they bring her stuff in and disappear into the depths. She takes a steadying breath and follows George as he heads to speak to the woman. He inclines his head to her,
“Mother, this is Celine. My Mate. Celine, my mother, Evangeline
