It had been a shock to see how little time it had taken to bundle up her life and sweep it all away. When she’d helped Sera move, it had taken days to get everything over to Guidry Place.

Would she even fit in at Rene’s house? It was huge and had old-world elegance. When she’d been a kid, she’d always pretended she was a princess when she went over there. Rene had been the prince who would one day notice she was there.

Was she making a horrible mistake?

Gertie stared at her like she’d grown two heads. “Married?”

It was good to know Hallie and Sera had kept their cone of silence. And apparently so had Rene’s friends. She hadn’t realized she was interrupting his weekly poker night when she’d gone to his place the night before. “Yes. I know it’s a surprise, but I’m getting married. It’s a bit of a rush, but we have our reasons. It won’t interrupt the rest of the week, but I need some time today. And I’ll need some time in a couple of weeks. I’ll get you the dates.”

She wasn’t sure exactly when the celebration for Rene’s aunt was taking place, but she knew it would be important to this mission of theirs. He would need her to show a united front to his family.

Gertie hadn’t moved. “Dare I ask who you’re marrying? Also, Quaid Havery dropped a contract off this morning. He asked for you to sign it at your earliest convenience and have it sent back to him. I told him any contract you’re signing needs to be looked at by a lawyer of your choosing. I wondered if you were buying a new place, but now I fear it has to do with this foolishness.”

Sylvie picked up the envelope on her desk and pulled out the prenup. She wasn’t going to drag another lawyer into this. Also, there wasn’t another lawyer anywhere close, and this was the best time to catch the judge. She glanced through it and then signed because it wasn’t worth arguing. If she was still with Rene in three years, she would receive a bunch of stock, but if she was still with Rene in three years, then it would be because they were truly married. She wasn’t going to worry about that now.

She didn’t even want to think about the custody clause dealing with any children that came from the marriage.

“I’m marrying Rene Darois. We’ve been seeing each other quietly for the last couple of months.”

There was a brisk knock on the door she’d left open. Sylvie turned and her mom was standing there wearing a flowy dress and matching headwrap, her dangliest earrings completing the outfit. “She’s saving Rene’s butt is what she’s doing.”