TITLE: Playing All the Angles
GENRE: Contemporary Romance
Isabelle hadn’t stopped grinning since Calais. She, her mother, and her eldest sister were making a whirlwind through Paris, shopping and eating, and spending far too much money on a possibility. They were loading up a trousseau on the off chance that Dominic would be proposing soon.
“He will,” her mother had dismissed any doubt. “He’s got that look about him.”
“What look?” Isabelle asked.
She grinned wickedly, “The look of a man who came asking your father for his blessing last week.”
Elaine laughed at Isabelle’s cry of despair. “I’m not spoiling anything,” she waved. “You still don’t know how, or when.”
“But now you know to be ready,” Alora agreed.
Isabelle groaned, but had to smile. They meant well. “I suppose I will.”
“And ready you'll be,” Alora sang again, swinging a filmy negligee from a rack. “White with blue trim. Perfect for a honeymoon.”
“I hardly need white! I’m quite sure that what we did last weekend disqualifies me from all shades even remotely approaching that shade!”
Elaine, put her fingers in her ears and hummed, “Things I don’t need to hear, darlings.”
They laughed together, falling on one another for hugs, delighting in the company. In the late afternoon, as they sat in the shadow of the Eiffel Tower, sipping coffees and sharing chocolate éclairs, Isabelle sighed happily. “The only thing missing is Eve. I wish she could have made it. She knows all the best places—and she can get into them, too.”
Elaine and Alora exchanged a look.