“Do you want her to continue to think she’s not worthy of you?”
“Fuck no. If anything, she’s too good for me.”
Aria smiled again. “I’ll call you later this afternoon.”
“Okay.”
She got to the door.
“Aria, if we can pull this off, I’ll be in your debt for the rest of my life.”
“Just make my daughter happy. That’s all I’ll ever ask of you.”
Alastair nodded, sat, and reached for his phone.
Aria didn’t say anything during lunch but called her daughters—besides Beth—later that day and gave them the news. It made her smile at how happy they were.
“I’ll have the gardener bring fresh-cut flowers to my room early that morning, and the three of us can make bouquets,” Hope said.
“How are we going to get her in a dress?” Aria asked.
“We can find a white dress that will pass for a gown,” Faith said.
“I think I have one in my closet.”
“We’ll all have to wear similar dresses so we can look like her bridesmaids,” Hope said.
“Yes. You’ll be the bridesmaids because we know Beth would want that, and I’ll walk with Angus as he walks her down the aisle,” Aria said. “I want to make sure she doesn’t run.”
The girls laughed.
“Okay, girls. We’ve got five days. Let’s get this done.”