"No, I wouldn't miss your wedding," Luke giggled and picked up his cutleries to start digging in. He also gestured to Isabella who felt like an outcast to eat.
She was poor and was a maid so what did she know? She wished Luke never knew them or the man never called him. She'd have enjoyed her time with Luke alone and listened to him say naughty things to her.
"So who is she?" Donald's fiance would have loved to murmur that question because she didn't want Isabella to feel bad, asked.
Luke was about to introduce her anyway so he dropped his cutleries and smiled. "This is Isabella, my girlfriend," he turned to her and stroked her hair, pushing it to the back of her ear.
Her heart banged in her chest the moment she heard him call her his girlfriend. She had thought he'd say she was just a friend but here he was, always surprising her.
