The ceremony was brief and to the point. Within minutes, it seemed to Julia, she Philippe and Travis were following the newly married Monsieur and Madame Francis across the square from the town hall to the village church to have their marriage blessed in front of their invited friends.
Standing between Philippe and Travis, her hand entwined with her husband’s, listening to the vicar who had blessed their own marriage nearly 12 months ago, Julia allowed her thoughts to drift over the past year.
What a year it had turned out to be. After the trauma and heartbreak of her mother’s untimely death, she’d not expected to be truly happy for years, if ever again.
Meeting Philippe had catapulted her into an unfamiliar life in a foreign country, but it was a life she adored.
Getting married, moving to France, becoming a partner in a literary agency and an unknown brother appearing in her life had all taken her down an unexpected road.
A road that she suspected would continue to have a few bends in it and never be a direct route through life, although she had so much to look forward to.
From being the only child of a widow, she suddenly had two families – one in France and one in Australia.
Travis, promising to take his role of uncle seriously, was already planning his return to meet his newest relative next year, as well as urging them to visit him in Australia.
Of course she still missed her mother and wished things could have been different, especially now.
Geraldine would have been as excited as Christiane was about being a grandmother.
Only yesterday Christiane had been talking about and making suggestions for baby names.
Julia had smiled and shaken her head.
“Sorry, names are non-negotiable. It’s going to be Geraldine Christiane for a girl or Philippe Thomas for a boy.”