"Her? Who's 'her'?" Nancy Nash asked, confused.
Dylan Valerius didn't answer Nancy Nash. Instead, he walked straight to the sofa, picked up the formal suit he had long ignored, and disappeared into his walk-in closet.
Nancy Nash didn't have the mental energy to dwell on it. Seeing that Dylan Valerius was willing to change and attend, she was content.
Before long, a servant came to ask if Nancy Nash was ready, saying that Jameson Valerius was already waiting for her.
Only then did Nancy Nash realize she had wasted too much time with Dylan Valerius. She hurried to find Jameson Valerius in a bit of a panic.
Nancy Nash gathered her skirt and hurried along in a light jog. The dress was so tight that with every step, she felt her body being squeezed. She had to suck in her stomach, terrified the dress would split open.
By the time she reached Jameson Valerius, he was already standing at the study door with a look of displeasure.
