“In a bold move that shocked high society, billionaire heiress, Emily Geraci married a little known dance instructor, M. Kyle Scott of Orlando. Scott is the son of former dance instructor, Amy (Jerome) Scott of Tampa and the late Michael K. Scott. The wedding was held at the Davenport Dance Studio in Orlando. Among the guests were the dance instructors, Scott’s former co-workers from The Webster Agency, students from the Davenport Studio and members of the crew of Ms. Geraci’s ship, The Serendipity.
The bride was attended by Miss Vera Stapleton of Cocoa Beach. And Ms. Carmelita Porter of Orlando. The groom was attended by his brother, Christopher Scott of Key West, and his son, Randall. The Reverend Daniel Burke officiated.
The reception followed aboard Ms. Geraci’s ship, The Serendipity. The couple will honeymoon in Cancun, Cozumel and Belize. Upon returning to the States, the family will reside in Orlando.”
Kyle read aloud from the Orlando Sentinel. “Look, Emily, we rated page one of the wedding section.” Kyle tossed the paper down on the bed before following it, to lie on his back in front of his wife. “Have I told you this morning how much I love you?”
“Several times just moments ago,” she giggled, popping him with a pillow.
“Oh, hit me again, baby!”
“Did I marry a closet masochist?”
“Yeah, into bondage.” He replied in a gruff, teasing tone. “I’m completely trapped in your eyes and tied up in your love.”
“Shut up and kiss me, bondage boy.”
Her lips were descending on his when the door to their suite flew open and Mindy flung herself on her father’s lap.
“Rosie’s cryin’, Daddy.”
“Honey, when Rose cries, Vera will take care of her. That’s her job now, honey.”
“Okay!” She squished her father’s face, puckering his lips. “I wuv you, Daddy!”
Emily got the same treatment. “I wuv you, Emily!”
“I love you too, sweetie. Now go on out so Daddy and I can get a shower.”
“You gonna come play with me?”
“I about an hour, honey,” her father replied.
“Okay. I’ll come get you in an hour.”
“How about two?”
“Daddy!” Mindy looked disgusted, hand on hip. “Who’s gonna play wif me?”
“Wake your brother.”
“Okay!” She bounced out.
Kyle locked the door behind her, barricading it with a heavy table. “We have to be quick, my bondage queen! The pixie princess will be back soon unless her brother can occupy her.”
“Was it a mistake bringing the family with us?”
“Could you be separated from them for a minute?”
She giggled, shaking her head.
“Me either. I love you, Emily Geraci-Scott.”
“Shut up, Kyle, and kiss me.”
© Dellani Oakes