Page 487 of Reign

His thumb passes over my engagement ring.

“Don’t forget tomorrow.”

My happiness falters. “Tomorrow?”

“The church. Eleven o’clock.”

A groan leaves me. “We’re still doing that?”

“We’re looking at it.”

“We already chose the garden.”

“I know.”

“The invitations say the garden.”

“I approved them.”

“My dress was designed for the garden.”

“Elena.”

“Are you planning to move the entire wedding into a church one month before the ceremony?”

“I’m planning to humor my mother and her Catholic heart for one hour.”

I narrow my eyes at him.

He looks entirely unmoved.

“She would love for one of her children to consider a church wedding,” he says. “We’ll look at the architecture, tell her it’s beautiful, and return home to the garden we already chose.”

“Can’t Valentina get married in a church?”

“I could probably force it.”

“Don’t force your sister into a church wedding.”

“Then you’ll have to come with me.”

I sigh dramatically. “Fine.”

“Thank you.”

“I’m doing this for Isadora.”

“I would never suggest otherwise.”

He starts to release me, but I catch the front of his shirt.

“Wait.”

Luciano looks down at my hand. “Changed your mind about lunch?”

“No. What do you think?”

“About?”