“A phone? Makeup?!” Lena laughs.

“Who would I need to call? Declan is there. I would call my cousin and family when I could. They’d understand,” I answer and receive nothing but looks of surprise. “And as for makeup or even nice clothes, Declan loves me no matter what. I don’t have to get all glammed up for him to be attracted to me. He’s seen me at my worst and my greatest, and thankfully, he still loves me. As I do him,” I say, and then I feel like I’ve said too much. Lena is looking at me like I’ve grown two heads within the time it took for me to say all that. The other ladies just look skeptical of me. Maybe it did sound like I was trying too hard? Trying to prove that I was good enough for their beloved Whiskey Prince.

Lena lets out a laugh and then covers my hand. “I guess my love isn’t as strong as Amberlyn’s, then.”

I know she meant it as a joke, but there is some truth in her eyes that I see before she looks away.

Rhonda looks back at me and smiles. “Well, she did take a bullet for the lad. He is obviously important, yeah?”

I nod. “More than anyone would ever realize.”

Reaching for my cup, I take a long pull, but when the tap comes to my ribs, I almost spit the tea out.

“Love, don’t slurp, sip,” she says to me, and I blush before swallowing what was in my mouth.

“Didn’t realize I was,” I say, but that rewards me with looks of disdain from my future mother-in-law. Abandoning my gaze, she looks across the table.

“They are quite in love,” Mrs. O’Callaghan says, and when I glance over at her, I see that she drinks with her pinkie up. I always through that it was in stories, but nope, she is rocking the one pinkie up as she sips her tea. “I worried that she was only in it for the money, but she didn’t even know who we were.”

“No?” Rhonda asks, shock visible along her wrinkled eyes.

I smile. “I’m from America; I had no clue who the O’Callaghans were. I never drank whiskey, and I’d only been here two months maybe before I met Declan.”

“You stay with the Maclasters, yeah? They didn’t tell you?”

I nodded. “Yes, with my aunt and uncle and cousin. Fiona had told me about it, but it didn’t seem like a big deal to me. I don’t consider someone royalty like you guys do because they are rich.”

A few ladies gasp as Mrs. O’Callaghan laughs. “It’s more than that,” she informs me.

My brows come together as I meet her affronted gaze. “I didn’t mean to offend you. Sorry if I did. But what I mean is that I’ve met rich folks, even some famous ones, and still, they don’t get treated the way you guys do here.”

“It’s a different way of life here,” Lena says with a smile. “Our family has been around since the formation of County Mayo, even then we were what people held the standard to.”

Mrs. O’Callaghan nods. “We are the bar. The high bar in society. Everyone wants to be us because of how we carry ourselves. We are not only rich, as you say, we do a lot for the community, we make the best damn whiskey in the world, and that’s why we are considered royalty, as you say.”

I can tell I’ve pissed her off. I’m not entirely sure how to fix that, so I only nod, tucking my hands in my lap. An awkward silence falls on the table before Mrs. O’Callaghan clears her throat, lifting her cup from the table. Looking at the ladies, she smiles. “Declan adores her.”

I feel as if she said that a tad offhandedly, kind of like Declan is crazy to adore me, but then I think maybe I am being paranoid or even feel a little guilty for what I said. So I don’t say anything as the ladies nod in acknowledgment, grinning at Mrs. O’Callaghan.

“That’s wonderful. He deserves to be happy,” one of the ladies says. She is younger. My age, even.

Meeting her gaze, I say, “What was your name? Sorry.”

She waves me off. She is very pretty, long brown hair to her butt, built like Lena, and, of course, she is rocking her dress like she’s on a runway and not at a tea party. Meeting my gaze, she smiles widely at me as she says, “Keeva O’Malley. It’s wonderful to meet you.”

“You too,” I say, a little perplexed. Glancing at my mother-in-law, I ask, “I thought everyone’s last name was Fadmish?”

She smiles, tapping the back of my hand. “No love, we are the Fadmish ladies. A tea group.”

Oh, ’cause that’s cool, but I smile just the same.

“We’ve been doing this since before Noreen was born. I was friends with Ivor’s parents. It’s an old tradition around the O’Callaghan estate.”

“Wow,” is my thought, but who am I to think it is stupid? They probably think I’m stupid for not liking their little tea party.

“Have you gotten your dress for the wedding yet?” Rhonda asks me.

I grin as I nod my head. “Yes, it should be ready by the end of the week. They had to take it in some.”

“Do ya have a picture?” someone asks and I reach for my phone, but Mrs. O’Callaghan stops me.

“Sure, she does, but it’s a surprise. We aren’t showing anyone.”

Rhonda rolls her eyes before waving at Mrs. O’Callaghan. “Ya sly dog, you just don’t want to show us ’cause you don’t like it.”

I look over at Mrs. O’Callaghan expectantly, and she laughs in a very stuck-up way. “That isn’t true. It is a surprise.”

“I didn’t know that it was,” I find myself saying. “But you don’t like the dress?”

Mrs. O’Callaghan doesn’t meet my gaze. Instead, she sends a look at Rhonda before looking back at me. “It isn’t what I would have picked for you.”

Which was a nice way of telling me she hated it.

“Oh well, I love it,” I say proudly.

“I do too,” Lena agrees, squeezing my hand. “It will blow Declan away, for sure.”

“Which is all that matters,” I add and everyone smiles at me.

Rhonda nods as she says, “This is true. From what I heard, it’s blue. A blue wedding dress is very traditional. I like your style, my dear.”

I smile. “Thank you.”

“I can’t wait for the wedding. It’s gonna be so much fun,” Keeva says. “Seeing both of you all dolled up and pretty. It’s gonna be great.”