Isabelle’s POV
Dinner at Reginald’s was surprisingly cozy, despite the whirlwind of recent revelations.
The small round dining table was neatly set, warm lights spilling over white plates and a steaming pot of curried goat and rice that my mother had made from scratch.
Reginald sat at her side with an ease that almost felt unreal, like they’d been together for decades, not months.
I tucked a napkin across my lap and scooped a bite of rice onto my fork. “So… wedding talk. Are we doing this or are you two eloping and breaking my heart?”
Reginald chuckled, reaching for the bottle of red wine to refill my glass. “That depends. You offering to plan it?”
My mother gave him a sidelong glance. “Don’t tempt her. She’ll have us doing it on a mountaintop at sunrise.”
I smiled. “Not a bad ide
