The assistant returned with champagne flutes for everyone. “Take your time. We’ve preselected a few options based on your measurements and style file, but feel free to browse and pull anything that catches your eye.”
She left us alone, and Michelle immediately turned to Mom.
“So, Mrs. Laurent, how did you and your husband meet? Because your daughter’s about to marry a man who looks like he could crush boulders for fun, and I need to know where that gene pool started.”
Mom smiled gently. “Please. Call me Natalie.”
Michelle blinked, then gave a slightly stunned grin. “Alright, Natalie it is—but if I start oversharing, that’s on you.”
“Oh, I’m used to that,” Mom said warmly. “I’ve been listening to Nevara’s thoughts on boys since she was old enough to blush.”
“Mom!”
She just sipped her
