The Tears of Airlie

Ethan patted her head like a child, pushing her into the walk-in closet. He didn't follow her in but stood outside, making a phone call.

A nervous voice immediately came through on the other end. "Mr. Blackwood, the Yasa saxophone, has been air-freighted back to the country. It should arrive at your residence in about three hours."

"No need for that. Contact my secretary for the address and deliver it directly to the Carter family's celebration."

"Yes, Mr. Blackwood."

Yasa was the world's leading brand for saxophones, and there were none available in the country.

Glancing at the calendar on his watch, Ethan's lips curved into a faint, sexy smile. Thirty days… Lily's been by my side for thirty days now.

Inside the closet, Lily stared at the rows of evening gowns with a sinking feeling. She absolutely could not attend this celebration.

But what excuse could she use to get out of it?

Should I twist my ankle again?