ELENA
“Okay, one last thing, what colour are we using for the cloth?” I ask Nadine as I ease myself into the car ready to retire for the day.
“Well, we need something that won’t contrast with the white roses that will hang from the ceilings,” she says. I roll my eyes, “everything goes with white, Nadine,” I tease and she chuckles.
“We can use grey silky draps? I mean, the theme is elegance at ease, right?” I nod, liking the sound of that.
As I drive back to the mansion, my head tingles as a mind link from Warren comes.
“Stop by the fountain, Elena. Now.” He disconnects. The urgency in his tone causes me to swerve the car immediately to the next turn leading to the fountain which isn’t far from my house.
He is leaning on the hood of his car, tapping a sheaf of papers on his thigh. I
