Thanksgiving at the Kennedy home in New York always starts with drinks and conversation before they move into the huge renovated dining room and the huge dinner table filled with food and Woodland Turkey collection Mrs. Kennedy brought from Macy's. There was a small kid's table for Paisley and Mason, but Decker offered to sit at the kid's table this year, to make room for the new guest in the Kennedy home.

That guest is none other than Lady Rosalie's boyfriend, Olivier Barthel, the casino owner of the Belvedere. He leaned against the fireplace, nursing his Old Fashioned when Arthur Kennedy came over to him, clearing his throat. "So you're dating my little girl," Arthur said, looking him up and down. "I was hoping she'd find someone after Elijah passed away, poor thing. Though why she was keeping you a little secret from us is bothering me."

Olivier gave him a little smile as he took a nervous sip of his drink. "She wanted to make sure you were ready when she brought me around, sir," he answered. After everything she went through in the past three years of hating him to falling in love with him during a trip to Vegas, Olivier thought they'd never get this far until now, where he's invited to spend Thanksgiving at her family's Upper East Side home in New York.

"Good, good. Keep making her happy-hell, maybe marry her!" Arthur laughed, slapping him on the arm before walking towards the dining room.

"Yeah," Olivier agreed, taking a sip before he turned around and went into the dining room, only to get bombarded by Paisley and Mason, who each grabbed his leg.

"Can you sit with us, Unca Ollie?" Paisley asked, blinking her brown eyes up at him. "Deck's making disgusting noises and and threatened to eat all the apple pie before we can have some!"

"Nuh-uh, he didn't say that," Mason pipped up, shaking his head. "He said he'll let me have some."

"See!" Paisley whined. "All the stinky boys get the pie and I don't!"

Olivier laughed. "I'll make sure Deck doesn't make any more disgusting noises and eat all the apple pie. If he does...I'll share with you." He promised, and he watched Paisley's smile widen.

"Awe, what about me?" Mason asked, pouting.

"I'll save a slice for you." Olivier promised.

"Promise?"

"Promise."

"Paisley, Mase, come on!" Lorelei Kennedy called, bringing out her macaroni pudding and the cranberry sauce. "There's more food and dessert for you once you get over here!" She placed the food on the table and turned to her sister, who had brought in the cornmeal angel biscuits. "He's really good with Paisley and Mase." she whispered, making Rosalie look up to see her boyfriend pretending to be a dinosaur, making roaring sounds as he walked over to the kid's table, not spilling a drop of whiskey on the carpet.

"He is," Rosalie agreed with a smile as they sat down for dinner.

Arthur said the prayer and everyone dug in. The topics of last year, the holidays and the food came up, along with a tiny bit of business when Arthur asked Olivier about the casino business, and how much he was making a year, which was a lot. Rosalie was quiet when her father asked her boyfriend about that, remembering the many times he'd ask Elijah about his cases and how they were doing.

"Dear," Sabrina Kennedy, a woman in her fifties, called, placing a hand on her husband's arm. "Let Olivier relax. Stop giving him the third degree."

Arthur looked over at his wife and sighed. "You're right." he said with a nod. "Sorry, Olivier."

"Et ass gutt, Här Kennedy," Olivier replied, lapsing into Luxembourgish. "I'm used to getting the third degree most of the time from my clients and my investors." he chuckled.

"That's a beautiful language you speak," Sabrina said, taking a bite of her turkey. "Is it German?"

"Nee, Mrs. Kennedy. I'm from Luxembourg, and I've never heard of Luxembourgish being beautiful before." he admitted with a small smile.

"That's because they eat confusing food and half of it doesn't taste good." Decker called from the kid's table, grinning. Rosalie flickered some of her cranberry sauce on his head, making Paisley and Mason giggle.

"Hey," Decker groaned. "I just fixed this right before dinner, Rosie." he groaned, making Rosalie giggle before turning back to her food.

"Uh-huh." she said, rolling her eyes before she ate her beans.

Then the subject of Christmas came up, making her stop, her wine close to her mouth.

"Well of course the children are coming back here for Christmas," Sabrina assumed. "Their grandmother hasn't seen them in a long time, and she's going to be staying here for the holiday before she goes back to Georgia."

The thought of seeing her grandmother this year after three years of Elijah's death sounded good, but then the voice of Aiden Lockheart rose in her mind, derailing her thoughts of seeing her grandmother this year came to her mind.

Are you heading up to Charleston in the wintertime?

She sighed, taking a sip of her wine and set it down. "Actually," she said, speaking up. "I'm going to Charleston for the Holidays."

"Charleston?!" Sabrina gasped. "Why Charleston? You haven't been down there in..years!"

"Well, mama, I think it's time for me to go back down there." she said after thinking about it. "I haven't been down there for a while, that's true. But I think I'm going to host my first holiday party there, and I do have all the room to host me and everyone else, including my friends."

Olivier looked over at her, trying to hide the shocked look on his face. He knew why she was going back to Charleston-damned Aiden Lockheart brought it up-and she hadn't been down there since Elijah passed. The thought of her hosting a Christmas party sounded fun, along with her friends coming over to stay-Astrid, Genevieve, Lorelei, Decker, him-and he'd never been to Charleston before, ever.

"You can come down and bring grandmama, and I'll even cook Christmas dinner." Rosalie said. "My dining room can hold about sixteen people, thanks to that huge oak table Elijah brought, and I have a huge Christmas tree in my living room. Also my house sparkles in the night when it's all lit up." The more she talked, the more it came out of her ass. The last time her house in Charleston was lit up, it was when Elijah was alive, and she hadn't seen that damned dining room in a long time. After dinner, maybe she can call her maid Irena and tell her to go to her house in Charleston, to meet her there and help her clean it up. Then she had a really fabulous idea that she got started on the moment dessert was finished.