CHAPTER 19
Ivy laughed as she and Mason sat last at the head of the dinner table. Everyone had fit, and Charlotte had worked her magic on the decorations. Several of her assistants came out of the small kitchen bearing the first course, an endive salad with a bacon-wrapped scallop.
She’d opted for the surf and turf menu from Tadashi, who was the premier wedding chef on the island.
They’d spent thirty minutes taking pictures, and then Charlotte had held them on the upper deck while everyone else took their places for dinner. Then everyone had applauded as they’d come in, which seemed odd, as they hadn’t even gotten married yet.
“This is great,” Mason said, a measure of surprise in his voice.
“You thought it wouldn’t be?”
“It’s green,” he said with a grin, and Ivy fell in love wi
