Chapter Thirty-Two
Susannah
“Again?” Lucy asked, her voice disbelieving.
Amelia laid her cards on the table with a roll of her eyes. “Why do you look so surprised? Maisie almost always wins.”
Leaning back in my chair, I glanced to Maisie who merely shrugged. “You can’t expect me to throw a game just because you want to win,” she offered with a sly grin.
Lucy rolled her eyes and reached over to lift the bottle of wine from the middle of the table. Filling her wine glass, she sighed. “Fine. I can always be hopeful. Every once in a while someone else wins.”
Lucy’s gaze caught mine as Amelia leaned over to snag the wine bottle from her. Without saying a word, I knew she was wondering when I planned to share my news with everyone.
It wasn’t that I was trying to keep it a secret anymore,
