Margaret was an incredible woman. She deserved a medal for being able to deal with Terry Silver on a daily basis. No one could truly control Terry, but Margaret came closest. She was one of the few people who could calm him when he was manic.
"You heard the man, Margaret. Paris. Make sure it's a hotel with fantastic views. I want the most luxurious honeymoon suite money can buy. Ensure they have expensive champagne. Only the softest towels. And silk sheets. And I want the room to be filled with roses."
Margaret jotted more notes down on her notepad. "Of course, Mr Silver. And the suits?"
Terry mulled it over for a moment, one hand still caressing the back of Johnny's neck. He took another sip of his champagne. "Get me Saverio Pisano. Have him flown over to take our measurements. And make sure it is Saverio himself and not one of his assistants."
Margaret nodded and added it to the list. "And shall I reach out to Mr Kreese? I assume you will want him by your side as best man?"
Terry tensed, his hand stilling against Johnny's neck. He shook his head and glanced at his partner before turning his attention back to Margaret. "No, thank you, Margaret. That won't be necessary. John Kreese won't be attending. Please ensure security are aware that John Kreese is no longer a welcome guest here and must be removed from the property should he try to enter."
The news surprised Margaret. Terry had been close to obsessed with John the whole time she had known him. Still, she knew better than to question him.
"Johnny, sweetheart. Do you have people you want adding to the guestlist?" Terry based, running his fingers through those beautiful blond locks.