Ava gritted her teeth nervously, her hold on the fork tightening. She suddenly wasn’t confident in her preparation anymore..
She felt the bed dip and when she turned, Isabelle was sitting beside her with a proud smile on her face.
“Aren’t you going to ask what my reply was?” Isabelle said and Ava sighed.
“What was your reply?” She asked and Isabelle raised her brows mischievously.
“I told him that he didn’t have to worry because you, my dear, are a world class event planner. You might not know this but you were definitely made to do this. You do it so effortlessly and it comes out looking perfect.” Isabelle praised again and Ava felt her anxiety reduced.
“I hope he likes it. I don’t want to embarrass him in front of his parents.” Ava said, rubbing her palm together.
“He’ll love it an
