Hired a Gigolo Got a Billionaire (Zoey and Christian) novel Chapter 351

Chapter 351

The small chapel was only a few minutes from the mansion, but the trip there would be made with all the pomp a family like ours deserved. A row of classic cars was parked in front of the main entrance. There was a silver Rolls-Royce Phantom, two vintage Bentleys, and a classic 1950s Mercedes, all impeccably restored and decorated with white ribbons and small floral arrangements.

y stood beside me, making the final adjustments to my dress with professional precision. She carefully arranged every fold of the train, making sure the fabric wouldn’t get caught in the car door when I stepped out. Her hands moved with meticulous care, as if she were preparing a work of art.

“Done,” she said, stepping back to admire the result. “You look perfect.”

The uniformed drivers waited respectfully, and I saw Bianca heading toward the second car with Sarah and Tori. Everything around us moved in an elegant, coordinated flow, like a perfectly rehearsed dance. Zoey was about to follow the others when I called her.

“Come with me,” I said, holding out my hand.

“Annie, you’re supposed to arrive alone,” Zoey protested, even though her eyes betrayed how much she wanted to say yes. “This is your special moment.”

“But I want to arrive with my sister,” I said simply, feeling the weight of those words. “I can’t imagine this moment without you by my side.”

Zoey looked at me for a long second, her eyes filling with tears she tried hard to hold back. Without saying a word, she motioned to Bianca to let her know she’d be riding with me, then climbed into the back seat of the Rolls-Royce.

Fitting my dress into the car turned into an engineering challenge. The train seemed to have a life of its own, spilling in every direction. Zoey had to squeeze herself into the corner of the seat, laughing softly as we tried to organize yards of fabric and lace without wrinkling anything.

“You just had to pick the dress with the biggest train in the whole shop, didn’t you?” she teased, carefully tugging at a piece of fabric that had gotten stuck under her shoe.

“I wanted to make an impression,” I replied, finally settling in properly. “And apparently I succeeded. I don’t even fit in the car.”

“It’ll be interesting to see how you manage to walk down the aisle without tripping,” Zoey laughed, adjusting

the folds of the dress one more time.

The engine purred softly as we started down the road leading to the chapel. Through the windows, I watched the perfectly manicured gardens glide by, everything looking like a movie set.

“So,” I said, turning to Zoey and breaking the thoughtful silence, “after all this time being married… you must

have some advice.”

Zoey thought for a moment, a mischievous smile forming on her face.

“First piece of advice: always keep chocolate hidden. There will be days when you fight over something stupid, and chocolate solves most marital problems,” she said, pausing dramatically. “I learned that after an epic fight with Christian over who finished the milk.”

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I laughed despite my nerves.

“That’s your big marriage advice? Chocolate therapy?”

“No, that’s just the first one,” she said, her expression turning more serious. “The real advice is this: you have love, chemistry, and partnership. As long as you never let that disappear, you’ll be okay. Marriage isn’t about never fighting or disagreeing. It’s about choosing to work things out and move forward together. It’s about…

osing each other every single day.”

She paused, gazing out the window for a moment before continuing.

“There will be days when you’ll want to strangle Nate. Days when he’ll do something that irritates you beyond reason. But if you stop and remember why you fell in love with him, why you chose to share your life with him, those annoyances will feel small.”

I nodded, taking in every word. Then I took a deep breath, gathering the courage to ask the question that truly terrified me.

“And about… motherhood?” I asked softly. “Zoey, I’m scared to death. Two babies on the way, and as happy as I am… I have no idea what I’m doing.”

Zoey’s expression softened immediately, filled with understanding.

“Annie, do you really think anyone knows what they’re doing?” she asked gently. “I was terrified when I found out I was pregnant with Matteo. I spent nights awake, wondering if I’d be a good mother, if I’d be able to take care of such a small, fragile life.”

“But you always seemed so sure of yourself. So confident…”

“On the outside, maybe. On the inside, it was pure, controlled panic,” Zoey admitted with a quiet laugh. “But you know what I learned? Motherhood doesn’t come with an instruction manual. You learn by doing, by messing up, by trying again.”

Zoey looked at me, her eyes glossy as she tried to hide the emotion taking over her face.

“Mom tip,” she said, her voice slightly shaky. “You’ll never sleep properly again. You’ll never truly relax. And you’ll be lucky if you manage to take a shower longer than ten minutes. Even so, they’ll be the happiest moments of your life.”

I felt my own emotions swell in my chest, tears beginning to blur my vision.

Zoey took my hands in hers, her voice growing steadier, warmer.

“I’m absolutely certain you’re going to be an amazing mother. Maybe after me and our mom… but definitely top three,” she said, making me laugh through my tears. “Because before anything else, you’ve always been the best sister in the world. And I love you.”

I couldn’t hold back. I leaned forward and wrapped my arms tightly around Zoey. At that moment, all I wanted was to hold my sister-my confidant, my best friend.

“If there’s anything good about me, it’s because I had you as my example,” I whispered into her ear. “I love you too, Zoey.”

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We stayed like that for a few moments, years of closeness, protection, and unconditional love pouring into that simple embrace. It felt as if every late-night conversation, every shared tear, every laugh and secret was being sealed right there.

When we finally pulled apart, we were both crying and laughing at the same time.

Zoey discreetly wiped her own tears, then pulled a tissue from her purse and gently dabbed at mine, careful not

mudge my makeup.

“Look at us,” she said, trying to pull herself together. “Crying before we even get to the ceremony. The makeup artist is going to lose it.”

The car began to slow, and through the window I could already see the small white chapel, its stained-glass windows glowing in the sunlight. Guests were gathering outside, elegantly dressed, and I spotted Nate standing near the side entrance, probably waiting for his cue.

“Annie,” Zoey said, taking my hand one last time. “Are you ready for this?”

“More ready than I’ve ever been for anything in my life,” I answered honestly. “Ready to be a wife. Ready to be a mother. Ready to start this new chapter.”

The car came to a smooth stop in front of the chapel’s main entrance. Through the windows, I could see photographers positioned discreetly, family and friends heading inside, and a sense of anticipation in the air that made it all feel suddenly, undeniably real.

Zoey looked at me one last time, her face glowing with pride and love.

“Now go,” she said, smiling through the tears that stubbornly returned to her eyes. “Go in there and make everyone cry. Because I already am.”

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