Belle's POV

The evening had turned out to be something far more beautiful than I could have imagined. I hadn’t known about the surprise Zeke had planned for Kamille.

It felt like their wedding was happening again. I couldn't help my eyes from getting wet.

Earlier, Mr Rogers had come into the kitchen with housekeepers holding drinks, I thought nothing of it at first.

“Excuse me Mrs. Reid, I believe the chefs are dying to help out here," He said with a polite smile. His dark hair was now being attacked by inconsiderate strains of gray hair.

“Oh Rogers, I just need to get this cake out of the oven,...