Scarlett's POV
“What did you just say?” I blurted, the words tumbling out of my mouth before I could stop them.
My voice carried more disbelief than I intended, but honestly, I couldn’t help it.
Sebastian leaned back against the wall, his expression as calm as ever, as though he hadn’t just suggested the most ridiculous idea I’d ever heard. His confidence, as usual, bordered on arrogance, and I hated how unshaken he seemed by my reaction.
“I said,” he began, his tone calm, “my father thinks it’s a good idea for our families to have dinner together at his place before the wedding.”
I stared at him, dumbfounded. “Your father wants my father—Antonio Montgomery—to sit at a table, in his house, and have dinner? Are we talking about the same Antonio Montgomery and Benjamin Sinclair who ca
