Chapter eighty-three

"So Lucia, how is the preparation, I can't wait to attend your nuptials," Fiona said as she dungs her fork into the pastries and rolled some.

Her face was shimmering with satisfaction and some feeling of insecurities, she sat like that for a while and said nothing afterwards, her gaze flickered observant of her environment.

I can feel my wolf anxiety flooding my head, maybe I shouldn't have let out that I was getting married soon, and to one other than Matt.

Not replying to her Matt simply observed the environment and raised the ketchup apples more onto the French fries and Alpha Andrea was observing the atmosphere between us. Matt made it seem real, our little decoy to let them think we were not there otherwise.

"Oh, I guess you had put a lot of effort into making this." Taking a bite of the chicken, which tasted great, I complimented.

"Oh is that so? Thanks for the compliment, although it should be directed to Grace, she is such an amazing cook." A grin formed on her face. "And she