She laughed gaily at that.
“Poor old Wally! Don’t fret. You’ll be very proud of me some day.”
Max floated in.
“I thought I heard laughter.”
“You did,” Isabelle replied.
“Are you cool enough to laugh?”
“Quite. Wally is the only nervous one. Who is coming to dinner, Max?”
“Eighteen people. Christiansen for one.”
“Oh, good!”