We glanced at each other and burst out laughing together. Then I held my hand up.
“Oh, lovely. I was sure of it,” Isabeau told Celine.
Celine nodded. “He did pull it off without our contribution.”
I glanced at him. “You didn’t tell them?”
He grinned. “Nah. Just that I wanted some time alone with you in the store.”
“Which was a dead giveaway,” Celine said. “Congratulations, dear.”
Both of them kissed my cheek first and then Beckett’s.
“We’re very happy for you,” Isabeau added. “Since you’re here, how about we start working on that fragrance? Now that we have all the information…” She glanced at my ring.
I wondered what she meant. How could it make a difference that we were engaged? But I was starting to accept that Isabeau and Celine simply did things their own way.
“We don’t have time,” Beckett said, checking his phone. “The realtor is showing us a house in the Marigny. We have just enough time to get there.”
“But we’ll come back after,” I added. “I do need a new perfume.”
“Excellent,” Isabeau said, smiling triumphantly.
“Okay, we should go now,” Beckett said. Taking my hand, he led me to the front door.
“See you later,” I called before we stepped out onto the street. “What exactly do you think they have in mind?” I asked once the door closed behind us.
He shrugged. “I’ve stopped trying to guess what my grandmothers are up to.”
I laughed. “Maybe that’s for the best.”
We arrived in the Marigny a short while later. The house was on the same street as Chad’s, which was how we found it. We went to dinner at their place one evening, and on the drive out, we passed this place. It wassodreamy.
The realtor was waiting for us out front.
“I love that it has a yard,” Beckett said.
“You’ll like the one in the back even more,” the realtor informed us. “It has more privacy.”
Beckett cleared his throat. “We want to take a look inside alone to get a feel for it. And then you can walk us through everything.”
“Of course. Most people prefer the other way around, but whatever works for you.”
Beckett was a genius. I was excited to see the inside, but I wanted to explore it first with him.
“I’ll be right here making phone calls,” the realtor went on. “Just let me know when you need me.”
“Will do,” Beckett said.
We walked up the front porch steps. The wooden facade was painted dark green with white trim around the windows. The second floor had a balcony as well, though with a yard in the front and the back, I didn’t think we would need it too much.
“After you,” Beckett said, opening the door.
I sighed the second we stepped inside. “This house has a great vibe.”
He chuckled. “You’re starting to sound a bit like Isabeau.”
“Well, it does. I feel like every house has a soul, and I like this one.”
