She needs to pick a gown, Sebastian. More like, you need to help her pick a gown. I’m not getting married to her, you are!” Isabelle said to Sebastian as soon as Ava stepped out of his study to use the restroom.
“I know that but, what if I pick something she doesn’t like? You have a better taste, Isabelle. You should come with us.” He said and Isabelle rolled her eyes.
“No, Sebastian. You will go with her and choose a beautiful dress for Ava. If you choose something stupid, I’ll kill you.” Isabelle threatened but before Sebastian could give a reply, Ava came back into the study.
“I just got a text from the designer. She’ll be coming tomorrow so we can make a decision.” Ava said and sat on Sebastian’s lap.
“That’s perfect. We can all make a choice together. Right, Isabelle?” Sebastian s
