*Alistair*
Since Blackwood Inc. was officially closed down for the holiday break, Alistair was allowed the luxury of sleeping in with this gorgeous wife. Although, based on the missing dip in the bed beside him, he quickly came to the concussion that Daphne was actually next to him...
Ever since the responsibility of planning the gala had been placed on her shoulders, Alistair had been watching his wife run frantically around the manor like a mad woman. Having been sick only a week ago, it worried his nerves even more that Daphne was pushing herself too hard.
Blackwood anticipated hearing the shower running. Perhaps Daphne was in the bathroom. But there was no sound of running water...
Surely, she could not already be downstairs?
The Christmas Eve gala wasn’t to start till five in the evening.
Alistair drew his brows together as he turned his head to reach for his phone. The time read just a little past nine.