Chapter Thirty-Eight
SYLVIEI’m dressed in a long silver cocktail dress—one of the five Allie sent over for me to choose from for tonight’s event. But I’m still in Holt’s master bedroom, waiting for him to respond to my text about the fundraiser. Just in case there’s a slim chance I can get out of compounding my guilt with yet another thoughtful date night. Not to mention, what if Jack Calson is there?
Which is why when my phone vibrates and lights up with a 501 number, I press the accept button in a flash.
“Hello?” I say, sitting on the bed with the phone.
“I hear your name made it on the VIP list for Holt Calson’s Botanical Gardens fundraiser tonight. Now, that’s a piece of news!”
It’s that reporter, Kyle Drinnen. I haven’t heard from him since he tried to get me to spill the beans a
