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put his arm around my shoulders, the feel of him helping me to calm down. “I asked Rebecca to marry me, and I was lucky that she said yes.”
    “Hmmm. Well, which one of you is the lucky one remains to be seen.”
    Devon’s smile didn’t waver. “Now, Grandma. I know that once you get to know Rebecca, you’ll love her just as much as I do.”
    Whatever she was going to say was lost when a waiter came through and announced that dinner was waiting for us.
    Ida used a cane for walking, and Devon helped her to stand up, hooking her arm through his as they slowly made their way through to the dining room.
    The long table that ran almost the full length of the room could have easily seated twenty people, if not more, and it was strange to think of Devon sitting at one end with his parents eating his morning breakfast of eggs, muffins, and bacon, their voices echoing in the large room. Paintings of deceased family members lined the walls and impressive chandeliers hung from the ceiling, illuminating the room with hundreds of light bulbs.
    Devon pulled out my chair before sitting next to me. I was surprised to see Grandma Caesar take the head of the table. I would have thought that Grayson would have insisted on taking pole position. He might have been the boss of the law firm, but it appeared that his mother wore the pants in the family. She definitely commanded respect in the home.
    “So, Rebecca. Tell me a little about yourself. I hear that you are one of the top lawyers in Devon’s department.”
    “That’s right. I head up a team under Devon’s supervision and we have a hundred-percent success rate with our cases.”
    “Rebecca’s my secret weapon. No man can resist her!”
    “Quite.” She raised her eyebrows, and I knew that Devon had said the wrong thing. Once more, I was falling into the role of gold digger. When I’d married Rick, my ex-husband, his mother claimed that I was only doing it because he was going to be a hotshot lawyer and I wanted to take all his money. The irony was that the opposite was true—I’d worked as a dancer to support us both through college and it was Rick who’d gone after my money. I wasn’t going to tell Devon’s family about that, though.
    “Now, Rebecca. All the Caesar weddings take place in our house in Martha’s Vineyard, so of course you’ll be following suit.”
    I looked at Devon in confusion. “I don’t know. I’m not sure that my parents will be able to travel up. I thought it might be nice to get married back home.”
    “Nonsense. We’ll fly your parents up. There is a tradition to uphold. Speaking of which, I have arranged for my wedding dress to be taken out of storage. I shall need you to arrange an appointment with my seamstress so she can adjust it to fit you.”
    I frowned, doing my best to keep my voice calm and polite. “I’m sorry, Mrs. Caesar, but I’ve already made an appointment with a dress designer. I’ll be having something custom made. I’m sure your dress is perfectly lovely, but I’d like something modern for the wedding.”
    “Get the girl to make you something for the reception.” Ida waved away my objections. “This dress has been worn at countless Caesar weddings. It’s in pristine condition and it has incalculable sentimental value. I won’t hear of any alternative.”
    “Grandma, I’m sure you mean well, but times have changed.” Devon spoke gently but firmly. “These days, whatever Rebecca wears will end up not just all over the papers but all over the internet too. I’m sure you’ll want her to present the right impression for the Caesar family as being forward thinking?”
    Ida sniffed. “I fail to see why my wedding dress is insufficient, but if you insist. However, you’ll allow me to oversee the bridesmaid dresses, of course? Your cousins will all be part of the wedding party, and we’ll need to make sure that they coordinate.”
    “Your cousins?” I blurted out the words before I could bite my tongue.