The atmosphere at the table shifted when Seraphina’s mother, Eve, suddenly sat up straighter, her eyes wide with an almost mischievous glint. “What about Seraphina?” she asked, her voice breaking through the light-hearted banter between the two men.
Both Neilson and Jonathan turned to look at her, eyebrows raised in unison. Blaze, who had been quietly sipping his drink, paused, glancing at Seraphina out of the corner of his eye.
Eve didn’t miss a beat, leaning in slightly. “I mean,” she continued, a knowing smile tugging at her lips, “she will be Blaze’s fiancée if we aren’t so blind.”
The room went still for a beat, the weight of her words hanging in the air. Seraphina’s face flushed instantly, her fork clattering against her plate as she tried to hide her embarrassment.
“Mom,” she wh
