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She flicked her arms up in the air, then stormed from the ballroom.
Finni stared after the woman. “Drueline is upset, but such is life.” Turning to me, she took my hands, squeezing them. She was so much taller than me, as were all the elves. “A wedding. Such wonderful news.”
“Indeed,” Tylik said, nodding to me. “In one week’s time, I will wed . . .”
My sedate smile faltered.
“I will wed . . .” he said again, his panicked gaze meeting mine.
Oh, shit.
I hadn’t told him my name.
Chapter6
Tylik
“Iwill wed . . .” What kind of male agrees to marry a woman without even asking her name?
Titters rang out in the room.
I turned a panicked gaze my fiancée’s way.
“I’m Katherine Austin Holsom,” my future wife announced smoothly to the room.
My surging pulse backed off to a more normal rhythm.
She eased around my aunt and joined me, giving me a caring smile. She was so lovely and understanding about this that she stole the wind from my lungs. Her voice lowered to a whisper. “Call me Kate, though, okay?”
I linked our hands and lifted them, grinning. “This is Kate.”
“Kate is a good name,” my aunt said, beaming at us both. “It’s regal.”
I was glad she approved thus far.
“Kate?” I said. “Allow me to introduce you to my aunt, Finnadestria Soliana Niolese Revalor.”
“Please call me Finni,” my aunt said, taking Kate’s hand and patting it. “I’m delighted you’ve found my beloved nephew.”
“Yes.” Kate’s gaze sought mine. “He’s . . . wonderful.”
“I’ll reach out to Raze and Elisa to handle the event?” Grandmother asked.
“Yes, please do.” My ogre friend and his human fiancée ran a wedding planning service. No one but them would do.
“When do you plan to wed?” my aunt asked.
Within a week, obviously, though I didn’t point that out. “Kate?”
“Next Saturday?”
“That will be perfect,” I said. “If you don’t mind, Aunt, I’d like to dance with my fiancée to celebrate our engagement.”
“Where’s her ring?” my aunt asked, studying Kate’s bare fingers.
“I thought we could go through the family jewels and select something together.” I was getting good at making things up.
“What a delightful idea,” my aunt said, tapping her fingertips together. “I’ll put them on display, and you can choose. Will Friday be alright? It will take time to bring them all from the fae realm.”
