Rayleigh stared at Isabelle, her brow furrowed in bewilderment. "What was that?" she questioned, her voice tinged with a mixture of disbelief and curiosity. "That wasn't the Lauren I know."
Isabelle couldn't help but chuckle, a wry smile playing on her lips. "I know, right?" she replied, shaking her head. "She's harassed me for a year and a half, and that definitely wasn't her usual style."
"Yet, it was her voice," Rayleigh murmured, her gaze fixed on her fiancée, searching for answers.
Isabelle nodded, her expression thoughtful. "Let's check what kind of city is Port Alsworth," she suggested, reaching for her phone and beginning to scroll alongside Rayleigh.
The pair made their way back into the warmth of the trattoria, where the rest of their family had gathered. Madelyn sat next to Ane, animatedly discussing the kind of food on the menu, her eyes sparkling with excitement as Ane listened intently.
