Chapter Eighty-One

Shannon’s POV

“Do you think they’re going to like the idea?” I asked as I sat in front of the mirror in my room as Isabel brushed my hair gently.

“I can’t tell what the three of them would think about it but I know a lot of men, if placed in their shoes, would be delighted with the idea of having dinner with you,” Isabel replied as she put a comb into the tangled mop on top of my head.

“I just want to do something different other than going through the usual route all over again,” I rubbed my arms as I sighed. “It seems like their declaration for me is going to come through and there would be nothing I can do to stop it.”

Isabel had eventually cajoled me to come downstairs yesterday to have dinner with the Mayert triplets and to my surprise, Ricky hadn’t mentioned what happened in my room and I didn’t mention it either.

They were quite polite to me so I came up with the idea that I wasn’t quite sold on just yet.

“What are you talking about, Shannon?” Isabel asked, holding my gaze