Gabrielle’s eyes lit up at the idea of having a bunch of French foods at the wedding, and she nodded vigorously. “I would love that Draco, though we can have some of your favorite foods too. We could have an assortment of French pastries along with the cake?”
Gabi sighed, but she nodded in agreement. The week with them had been tense, and littered with comments about how they weren’t sure about Tinsworth. She wasn’t sure how they would react to the wedding, but at least she could say they had met him prior to the engagement. “I shall write them when I go back to my room.”