Clara
Eleanor Kingsley insisted on hosting an engagement dinner within a month of the proposal, gathering the full family together at the estate in a celebration that felt, refreshingly, entirely different from every other formal Kingsley gathering I'd attended since Ethan's return.
"You'll forgive me if I cry through most of this evening," Eleanor said, embracing me warmly the moment I arrived, Ethan's hand steady at my back. "I've waited a very long time to see my son settled with someone who actually deserves him."
"I think I'm the lucky one," I said, genuinely meaning it.
"Nonsense. You're both lucky," Sophie interjected, appearing at my elbow with the particular enthusiasm she brought to everything. "Also, I need to know everything about wedding planning immediately. Venue, dress,
