It was hard not to notice when the convener of an event quietly disappeared without ever returning.
Yes, the host was doing a fantastic job, but after three glasses of wine, Bianca was convinced it was time to leave. One more, and her head would start to swim.
Without any additional fuss, and ignoring the lingering gaze of the man she had been speaking to—a gaze that had remained buried in the bosom of the black gown she wore—she excused herself and headed straight for the entrance.
Her thoughts drifted to Kade, her son, whom she had practically locked inside the mansion for his own protection.
She had stationed multiple guards both inside and outside the estate to ensure he would be unable to slip away. Yet she couldn't shake the nagging feeling that had settled deep in her mind, whispering that somehow, despite every precaution, he had already managed to escape.
Bianca never worried much for her own safety.
She worried for Kade.
