Marry My Billionaire Second Husband

With Matteo’s dire warning ringing in her ears, Amelia kept a careful eye out for any rough waters on the horizon. However, the road to their wedding was so smooth sailing that it was making her suspicious. Emmeline hadn’t done anything more than make snide comments here and there when they crossed paths, but truthfully, they were so mild in comparison to her usual standards that Amelia found herself worrying for Emmeline instead. Amelia half-expected her to tag along for the food tasting today if only to insult Amelia’s culinary tastes.

Instead, Emmeline hadn’t shown up even after their grandfather invited her!

Was she possessed? Or dying? Amelia wondered if a new soul had entered her when no one was watching. Could it be possible that Emmeline had finally given up on snatching Matteo? ʀᴇᴀᴅ ʟᴀᴛᴇsᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀᴛ NovᴇlFɪre.ɴet

"Miss Kentwood? May I know your opinions about this entrée?"

Amelia blinked, the voice startling her out of her thoughts. She stared down at the sample of hors d’oeuvres on her plate and quickly took a bigger bite.

It was a zucchini and pepper gratin with herbs and cheese, and it tasted fine. Nothing spectacular― or perhaps she had simply tasted too many samples to count.

Before her stood the wedding planner and the caterer, who stared at her expectantly, waiting for her comments. Amelia quickly cleared her throat.

"It’s good. It’s good. What do you think, Dad? Grandfather?"